Sixtyion.
That was the name of this War Cage, and it lived up to everything I'd heard about these neutral zones.
The moment I stepped through the invisible threshold marked by those towering observation posts, the sheer scale of activity hit me like a physical force.
"This place is more crowded than I expected."
Maybe because it was the place where demons of various backgrounds and origins converged, but I saw demons of more variety crowded the wide streets than any place I've gone to.
Some were still the classic, like humanoid with subtle features—horns curving from their temples, tails swishing behind them, skin in shades that ranged from ashen grey to deep crimson.
Others were far more monstrous, like their forms defying easy description.
I spotted one demon that looked like a walking pile of crystalline flame, another whose body seemed to be made entirely of flowing water held together by some invisible membrane, yet still maintained that humanoid form.
