The wrath of wraiths ended with minimal casualties. Dreygo killed two that flew near him. The auburn clouds had vanished and the sky dimmed gradually. The march of a million demon army shook not only the grounds of Manuheim but also the hearts and faith of the warriors. A rain of fire came down from the dark swirling clouds that dimmed the overcast. Screams and shouts, even the sounds of writhing demon souls could be overheard at a three-kilometer distance. They covered the wide vista in front of them, covering the foot of Stoic and Mierka mountains.Giant silhouettes of Kraken floated overhead the ranks of demons as if they were swimming as air like water to them. The Generals shouted, ‘All in formation’. The crew replaced the charge batteries of photon cannons. The atmosphere became gloomy and fearful, Dreygo felt it, swimming in the air like virus.“Viriel, we cannot let the Krakens come near us. Or we will be crushed!” Dreygo said.“I’ll send word to the Generals.” Viriel did it t

A sudden explosion pushed Dreygo forward, shuddering until his face smashed the ground. Seemingly it was one of the Heaven’s aerial carrier. A Kraken wrapped around its humongous body with its gargantuan and thorny tentacles. With his vulnerability, the demons saw an opportunity to attack him, now it was different. Dreygo’s hearing, almost cracking his skull, was distorted much because of the explosion and eventually disoriented his vision. In the skies, the golden armor glittered against the orange clouds. Angels flew overhead in a majestic manner. As if victory was at hand. They seemed to eradicate the first sent battalions of demons. They were delivering deaths to the remaining cowering and escaping demon warriors. With a slight glimpse, in between the demon horde, he saw Pride receding from his steps. Viriel came to his aid, cutting demons with quick sword successions. He let Dreygo up and together they were unstoppable, fighting back to back against a stampeding h

The dust settled, as well as the horrifying and death-defying quake of the Megadishu. Dreygo’s ears continued to ring annoyingly and he felt the thickness of contaminated air fill the atmosphere invading his nostrils. “A megadishu blew. We are lucky that it was miles away from here. Probably from the very end of the Demon Army.” Viriel pondered, panting hard. His armor scarred from the blast. “Who could have detonated it, Viriel?” Dreygo asked as he inspected the area. It was bathed with blood and bodies of the dead. Ethers came forth from the demons wailing in terrifying unison. Angels seemed to be safe from where they stood. But only their numbers had diminished to almost a defeat because of Pride’s Death winds. “Where is your Lord Arkeus now, Viriel?” Dreygo asked, he spat blood into the marshy ground. The air filled with charred flesh and bones. He could almost taste it. “He has his ways, Dreygo. It’s always beyond the comprehension of normal beings

Chapter:Dreygo felt his knees and his sole soring as he gave everything on his speed. He jumped on numerous obstacles, then ran again as he blazed further deep inside the Capital. Then it hit him, the screams of agony and pain. He knew the horrors of those moans, familiar to him. He knew he was nearing.On a large clearing, from far up ahead beyond the green gardens and the beautiful orchard of the Templar’s hall, laid the battlefield of humans and ghosts. He found Nethaniel was dropped to his knees, almost non-moving.Then he found Lust fighting against the ghosts. The humans had no match. Their weapons do not work against them. Bullets passed through them, and bombs just slowed the ghosts down, they kept on going like they were gnawing the pests on their way. The Bahukatsu armored warriors had a fighting chance with their swords that were bathed with Enchantium element had managed to kill some ghosts.Dreygo entered the battlefield, it was almost ending. It was clear that the huma

The Templar’s Hall was made of rooms as Nethaniel had said and it was built to defend itself from Demons. He was a demon and not an ordinary one, he was a Demon Lord now in the form of a beast, a monster. He pressed forward cautiously with utmost care with every step mattered and eyes training for traps or enemies that would end his life.The hall was silent. Only cries from the other rooms had loomed so softly that it was almost inaudible. His mind raised of thoughts weighing everything that he had sacrificed for this objective. A few meters from where he stood was the goal almost at hand. But he doubted not only a second but the moment he took those steps up the stairs of the Templar’s Hall.Nethaniel was badly injured, possibly on the brink of death. The Earth’s Lieutenants died also in battle. Viriel was nowhere to be found, his son, and his close friend. Dreygo was hoping that Viriel could have escaped away from harms way. His family, Maria and Lyka under a keep, was not safe unt