On one pitch black, moonless night, the Dark Lord’s army crossed the border without a sound.

“What? How are there so many…”

The first to detect them was a long-range patrol from the Polysian Kingdom, the westernmost of the central kingdoms.

The long-range patrols were shocked by the plains, black because of the swarming demonic beings, and once again by the red eyes shining ominously in this darkness.

Is this hell?

The scouts were terrified out of their wits.

Even more frightening was that not a single one of these creatures opened its mouth to make a sound.

“Retreat as quietly as possible.”

They retreated silently to avoid provoking these beings.

The demonic beings did not chase them. They simply continued on, seemingly driven by something unknown.

Bong! Bong!

Legnica, the quiet fortress closest to the Polysian Kingdom border, suddenly became noisy following the bells signaling the enemy’s approach.

“Enemies! Everyone, get up!”

“Emergency! Prepare for battle!”

The soldiers had been feeling unusually anxious and unable to sleep that day, and they immediately jumped up to rush to their positions at the sound of the bells.

These men froze upon seeing the incoming horde of demonic beings.

Despite preparing themselves from...