The World End Is Coming
The phrase spread across the continent like a curse whispered too many times.
The world end is coming.
No one could trace exactly where the words had first appeared, but within weeks they were carved into tavern tables, whispered in temples, scrawled on the walls of refugee camps. The current Demon King had already conquered three nations in less than two years after the war started, and his armies no longer advanced like ordinary forces. They flowed— like rot spreading through a corpse.
Entire cities fell overnight.
Worse still were the reports that followed.
Men and women , children infused with a drop of demon blood— volunteers or captives—returned changed. Their eyes glowed faintly crimson. Their tempers grew violent. Their strength multiplied, but so did their cruelty. Some called them half-demons. Others called them the future.
Panic followed close behind.
