The invasion had been no rumor. Players had fallen, cities had burned, humanity itself had been wiped out because demons had found a way inside this world.
Riley had never known the truth. In his past life, no one had. All they had were guesses, suspicions, and desperate theories as to how the demons had managed such an impossible feat.
But now…
Now he knew.
It was through the Church of Fire.
Riley's eyes burned as cold fury surged within him. The memories from Juer'lo were undeniable, etched into his mind with cruel clarity.
The Church of Fire had been the opening, the gaping wound that allowed the infection to spread.
Their god, already bent beneath the Demon Lord's shadow, had woven a path for his master's servants into the heart of Apocalypse itself.
The church that had stood as a false sanctuary had, in truth, been nothing more than a gateway for the enemy.
