In the Valley of Forsaken, thunderous explosions rumbled throughout the desolate and snowy landscape. Out of nowhere, an innumerable aetheric beasts descended from the blue skies.
They wreaked havoc on those who met them.
The unfortunate fate for the soldiers of the Shadow Division, occupying the base of the valley floor. Some screamed, some cried out.
But it was all for naught.
The monsters massacred them before most could muster the courage to fight. However, it didn't take long for the survivors to mount a resistance.
Standing behind the feathered mane of Gryphos, Damien oversaw how his monsters brought devastation to the military camp of the Shadow Division.
It was a horrifying yet pleasing sight.
"Behemoth and Orochi have finally descended." He turned his sable-tinted gaze towards the monstrous giants reaching the height of a hundred meters.
