When Nia and Katherine entered the fortress, they saw it was surprisingly empty.
Every now and then, a maid or butler drifted quietly through the dim hallways—ghostlike in their black-and-crimson uniforms, heads lowered, eyes avoiding theirs—but otherwise, the place was deserted.
There was a good reason for that—while little had changed for the common inhabitants, the higher-ups of the Asuras had been endlessly busy since the war began.
If they weren't defending key strongholds, they were launching raids, and they knew, just like the Tyrannus Human Clan, that a decisive strike was coming soon.
The final, all-out war was something both sides eagerly anticipated.
On one side stood the unruly human tyrants, and on the other, utterly unhinged psychopaths—so it was only natural that both sides were eager for a fight to decide their fate.
