The duchy turned into a battlefield. Several gates opened up not long after the first one was closed. Demons roamed and run amok on the land, scorching the fertile land into ashes.
Survivors have been transported away and sheltered on new land. Nobles returned to the capitals and commoners were sent away to reside in a new land.
"Sir Hayden."
Sir Hayden flinched at my call. He immediately turned and faced me. His demeanor was somewhat of someone who was hiding something.
"Have you seen His Grace?"
Sir Hayden's adam's apple moved as cleared his throat, pondering the correct answer.
"Madam, His Grace was... is at the front line."
"May I speak with him?"
Sir Hayden's eyes grew wide, eyebrows twitched and mouth slightly agape.
"I am sorry, Madam. I can't take you to the front line. Yo
