Battlefield, a manifestation of devastation; corpses lay as far as the eye could see. The land was distorted, damaged, and covered with blood. A pungent, strong, disgusting smell is wrapped around the bare wasteland. The battle, which had been ongoing for many long days, finally came to an end.

The winning side, the soldiers of the Kingdom, were camping and trying to regain their strength after the gruesome battle. They needed strength to keep marching to finally end the war.

Each and every soldier who still had some life in them was covered with blood, which had long dried on their battered, damaged armour and weapons. It was just about the break of dawn, but every single warrior, knight, and soldier was already up. 

"I...I have a terrible feeling..."

A soldier named Égon uttered to the soldiers sitting next to him. The handful of people sitting next to him were all shaking, and despite knowing that the battle had been won, they still clenched their swords. 

"These bastards rushed at us as if they lost their minds... And on top of that... Their numbers... "

Another soldier uttered as he looked at his knee.

"Had they not just mindlessly attacked us without any plan, we would have long dead... They attacked almost as if they were just some puppets... They had no care for their own lives..."

Égon replied after a brief moment of looking at the corpses around the freshly built camp. He had hoped that this terrible nightmare would end soon and he could go back home, but fate had other plans in store.

Suddenly, the entire area around the camp started shaking violently, and the ground began cracking. It was unlike anything that the soldiers had ever faced. From the crack, purple mist started pouring out in great quantity.

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The soldiers at first thought that it was some sort of spell aimed at them to kill them, so they jumped up and started running. However, even after they breathed it in, they sustained no damage or injury. However, the sky had gradually turned purple. 

As the soldiers ran, loud and deep laughter could be heard. It echoed through the devastated land, and as soon as it stopped, a wall of fire erupted from the ground, closing the soldiers in the camp.

"DEMONS!"

One of the soldiers screamed out as he noticed the flames. Holding tightly his blade, Égon stood in the middle of a large group of soldiers. They all looked up at the sky, where they could see many tiny black dots. Each dot moved around at high speed until they stopped and, at an unbelievable speed, landed in the camp. One even landed not far from Égon and his group.

The small group of soldiers instantly rushed towards the newly landed object. From closer inspection, it was just a regular man holding a blade, but the soldiers all knew that it was, in fact, a demon. It radiated such a dark aura that everyone was shaking.

Knowing fully well the severity of the situation, the soldiers screamed in union and rushed at the demon. He only grinned and dashed at the group of men. As he rushed, he cut down the soldiers as if they were a mande of papper.

Blood, bones, armour and sword fragments flew everywhere as the beast blitzed through the soldiers. The group was annihilated, and Égon was no exception. The moment it was his turn, everything seemed to have slowed down.

He felt just how easily the demon's blade cut his own and entered his body. Though pain had not yet arrived, the blade had long cut him cleanly into two. Then finally came pain, and everything went black, but the pain just kept increasing.

Égon found himself floating in darkness, unable to move or see; he was forced to stay still. He was at first angry at just how powerless he was. Due to his lack of strength and ability, he was put into the average infantry unit. 

"So that is it... Slayn by a demon like some sort of animal... They even said that there would be no demons here, which is why we had only average soldiers here. Those bastards..."

Égon mumbled out of anger and fustration. Soon, the pain he felt dissipated. However, his terrible mood stayed the same. 

He didn't know how long he spent floating as he couldn't see, feel or touch anything in the void. He believed that the demon who had just killed him either devoured or had already devoured his soul, and that was the reason he was in that state.

After what felt like an eternity, he heard a strangely familiar voice.

"Égon..."

It was faint and weak, almost as if it came from a distance, but his senses slowly returned to him. He felt as if he was sitting somewhere. The area felt warm, unlike the battlefield he was slain on. And the air was not filled with the scent of rotting corpses, but some nice flowery scent surrounded him. He thought that it was merely some sort of illusion, and he still couldn't see anything at all.

"Égon! What are you doing? You seem to be spacing out. Answer!"

The same voice came, and this time it felt much closer, almost as if the owner of the voice was by his side. And the moment the voice spoke up, a blinding light appeared around him, and he loudly gasped as he shook his head.