The days passed quickly.
When people live in times of war, they lose their sense of time.
Everything happened at a terrifying pace, and everyone could feel themselves slowly approaching the end.
If there was a single word that could describe the state of humanity now, it would be tension.
Every one of them felt it.
They felt that the coming battle… would be the last.
The final battle here on Planet Earth—the battle that would decide their fate.
Never before had humanity been this close to victory.
All they had to do now was defeat the forces of the demons, led by the Host of Nightmares, Amon, along with the remaining Ultras who still followed him.
The morale within the Shadow Sect had improved greatly after Frey's tremendous victory against Thanatos.
His presence alone among them gave them hope and strength to keep moving forward, no matter how weak some of them might be.
The soldiers trained relentlessly.
They prepared themselves to fight to the death.
