Nightfall.
The cold wind howled as the walls of the Volcano Fortress were lined with a dense array of soldiers, with countless defensive machines lining the entire length of the walls.
Banners of each legion fluttered in the wind atop the walls.
Di Berrio stood in the center of the wall, facing the soldiers around and below him, standing in orderly formations.
As the commander of the army, while he wasn't the strongest in the corps, he was certainly among the top in terms of strength.
"Today, we face our final battle with the demons, who dare to try breaking through our defenses and releasing those demons that our ancestors sealed at great cost.
They attempt to overthrow our world, destroy our homes, kill our loved ones. Can we retreat?"
In the cold wind, Di Berrio's booming voice delivered the pre-battle declaration to every soldier's ears.
All the soldiers responded with a red-faced shout at the top of their lungs.
"Fight to the death!" "Fight to the death!"
