The human and demon military caravans were standing face-to-face. On the human side, the caravan looked much larger and more prepared, just in numbers alone, they had almost ten times the demons.
The demons had one thousand soldiers, and the humans had ten thousand soldiers for this exchange. That alone showed how important this exchange was to the humans.
Daniel could understand the reason. After all, that girl was a Saint, and the Edea and Kaisa families would never allow anything to happen to her under any circumstances.
If anything happened to her, it could turn into a disaster.
At the front of the demons, Orsuis stepped forward with the same emotionless face everyone knew him for, cold eyes, calm steps, and an aura that unconsciously made people's breaths shorten.
From the humans' side, a tall commander walked forward; a man named Sir Kaldravan, around forty years old, with graying hair, sharp eyes, and a kind of anger hidden under a layer of military discipline.
