Tongues of flame leaped from the dense forest, licking every inch of land like a demon's tongue. A crackling roar filled the air as they burned, turning everything in their path to ashes. Panic-stricken Beasts fled in all directions, trying to escape this Land of Death. Their figures flickered in the firelight, adding more instability to the already tense atmosphere. In the sky, the once-warm sunlight was obscured by rolling columns of thick smoke, shrouding the entire world in a darkness that heralded the arrival of doomsday.
The surviving Shelter guards took a deep breath, firmly gripping their weapons. The Demon Army was about to arrive.
