The day the war began on the borders between the territories of demons and humans.
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The sky was a light-dark color, with only two hours left until nightfall.
Lights of different colors, explosions, lightning, lasers, fire, wind, stones, shadows, fog, and countless other forms in which demonic spells and human magic can materialize.
For anyone who admired magic, the sight was a large-scale fantasy spectacle, but for the commanders of both armies who watched the battlefield, they were just spells cast by low-level magicians.
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In the middle of the battlefield, a demon warrior wielded his weapon, slashing upward across the terrified face of a human wizard whose head was split in two when he let his guard down and allowed the demon to reach him.
