Outside the blackened tower where Clyde and Asqa walked calmly behind Morvius who had been humbled by Clyde's display of power, the world itself teetered on the edge of chaos.
The World Master Bureau's elite guards who dressed in pristine white uniforms and armored plates that shimmered under the growing fire burning their buildings, held their ground before the invading Demon army.
Crimson light from burning debris danced across their disciplined ranks, their weapons drawn, and their muscles tensed.
Across from them, the Demon army stood just as still like an overwhelming tide of monstrous silhouettes in jagged armor, horns glinting, eyes glowing like embers in the smoke.
Their advance had halted not due to fear of the guards, but obedience. They did not act without command.
And that command, somehow, did not come from one of their own. Because there were no leaders present among them.
