Recently, thanks to Alaric's speech, the world had witnessed a positive change.
All the factions that were previously hostile to each other like family-killing enemies had now joined forces.
Becoming closer than close friends.
And as a result, humanity had won more battles.
However, The King could not be happy.
"How troublesome…"
Sitting alone in his office, embraced by darkness, Alaric unconsciously frowned.
All reports said that human victory was within reach.
However, he knew very well that this was absolutely not a good thing.
In a way, what was happening was just the tip of the iceberg.
The calm before the storm.
It was true that humanity had received many victories.
That could be considered a good thing.
But that wasn't enough.
They had killed thousands, maybe millions of demons, but so what?
Humanity still had four enemies they couldn't underestimate.
Commander Astral.
Commander Amon.
Commander Regulus.
Commander Eden.