The half-red crescent moon was eerie yet holy.
The night had fallen, with a dark curtain covering the sky.
Within a range of several kilometers advancing from the mighty fortress and its surroundings, countless soldiers patrolled back and forth, the level of strictness surpassing the daytime.
Because the night was the time when demons and their subordinate Skin-Stripping Monsters reveled in excitement.
Almost all large-scale demon raids occurred at night, not because daytime was impossible, but because night provided them with a certain degree of enhancement.
Some demons, unable to control their bloodthirsty desires, would even break away from the legion's control and madly attack the soldiers within the defensive line.
Even higher-ranking demons couldn't control them.
Because that's how demons are: bloodthirsty, chaotic, reckless, and powerful.
