The western continent stood as a sombre testament to the turmoil that had once gripped the world. It was a land forever tainted by the scars of a past conflict—a battlefield where humanity and its allies had clashed with the malevolent forces of demons and their ilk.
As the eye surveyed the landscape, remnants of the ancient struggle became evident. Crumbling ruins and dilapidated fortifications dotted the terrain, silent witnesses to the fierce battles that had unfolded in epochs long past. The very soil seemed to bear witness to the clash of swords, the echo of incantations, and the roars of monstrous entities.
The once-vibrant fields, now overgrown with wild flora, hinted at the passage of time. Nature had reclaimed its dominion, yet the scars of magical warfare lingered like ghostly imprints on the landscape. Occasional rifts in the fabric of reality, sealed but still palpable, punctuated the air with an otherworldly aura.
The western continent, once a thriving realm, bore the weight of history with a quiet dignity. It stood as a living chronicle, where every hillock and crag told tales of heroism and sacrifice. The remnants of fortresses, now mere shadows of their former glory, whispered of strategies devised and alliances forged against the encroaching darkness.
The dwarves, with their unparalleled craftsmanship and mastery of laminar crystals, had erected an impenetrable barrier that encased the western lands. This extraordinary barrier, a testament to dwarven ingenuity and the ancient magic of laminar crystals, stood as a guardian, shielding the world from the malevolent entities that lurked within.
For five decades, the barrier had held steadfast, an unyielding fortress against the terrors confined within. Its magic, woven intricately with the essence of laminar crystals, had proved impenetrable, ensuring the safety of the realms beyond its protective embrace. The dwarven creation had become synonymous with security and stability.
However, today marked an aberration in the history of the barrier. Despite fifty years of unwavering strength, a disturbance rippled through its magical fabric. An unsettling realization dawned upon the guardians of the western lands—the barrier, once thought impervious, was showing signs of vulnerability.
As if awakened by a malevolent force, a rift manifested within the barrier's magical lattice. A passage to the forbidden realm opened, allowing a small army of [A] rank demons to breach the once-impenetrable defences. The creatures, borne of darkness and malice, surged through the breach with ominous intent, their eyes ablaze with the hunger for chaos and destruction.
The news spread like wildfire through the World Hero Army base camp that is near the barrier, where the defenders stood vigilant against a threat they had long believed kept at bay. Panic and urgency filled the air as the realization set in—the demons, once contained, were now advancing towards the heart of the world.
"A rank hero, form the line of Ten. B rank hero from the line of 10, your job is to support A rank hero army who will be on the front lines."
"Mages, you must use a powerful attack magic attack, do not hesitate for a moment."
A man said as he assembled Heroes in the formation of battle.
The man had long black hair and a scar on the right side of his face, his expression was hardened at the moment as he prepared for battle.
"How many demons are coming through the 'dead land' Rae?"
A young man steps forward at the mention of his name, He looks toward the man who had called him, Rae takes a deep breath, and answers him.
"We won't let them take our homes!"
"We'll fight till the end!"
"They won't defeat us!"
Seeing that his words have some weight, Noa also declares something
"I will fight against [S-] rank demon, while in the meantime all of you must kill fifty [A] rank demon."
-Don't worry sir Noa, just leave the rest of us.
-You can rest assured that we won't disappoint you.
-Let's kill all of those filthy bastards.
Seeing the morals of Heros returned Noa nodded his head in approval.
-Swoosh
"Huff" "Huff"
At that moment a young man came through the base door, he seemed to be in a hurry as he took a deep breath.
He looked at Sir Noa and bowed his head and said
"Sir the demon is within our Archer's attack range, they are just 2km away from our base."
Noa simply noted his head and looked back to all the soldiers in front of him.
"Let's go it's Time to hunt some demons."