Basilia shivers under the footsteps of the marching soldiers. Countless of angels, demons and humans walked as one from the bottom of the abyss, lining up along the walls, ready for the final battle. A battle they waited for centuries.
- To me, my warriors, the hour is come! - Monika shouted from atop of the walls. - Your waiting is over!
Red lightning flashed in the distance, announcing the approach of the inevitable. Basilia stood in silence, waiting for the history to repeat. Flame rose behind the dark hills on the horizon, as if the entire Hell was set ablaze.
- We have a big army. - Aaron estimated, coming out on the wall. - But that's all we got. The enemies seem to be setting the approach on fire. No reinforcements can arrive. If anyone actually cared to send some...
