In the small town behind the large fence, every household kept their doors tightly shut, family members inside huddled together in fear, weeping bitterly, already aware of their fate.
Meanwhile, some bloodthirsty warriors wielded wooden sticks, gathering a thousand men to block the road, glaring viciously at the demons entering from outside.
The demons, however, were not bothered by the blockade, but instead showed signs of excitement.
At the forefront, a snake-headed demon couldn't help but let out a hissing laugh.
"Get lost." The leader of the humans shouted, trembling.
The demons watched the scene as if witnessing a spectacle.
"Get lost!" The leader waved the wooden stick in the snow.
Just then, he suddenly felt the snow above his head darken, a massive shadow blocked the dim light above him, plunging him into darkness.
He heard the sound of panic behind him, turned back, and saw a monster covered in scales, staring at him with two large, red lantern-like eyes.
