God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.

The door to the room slowly opened.

Legarde tilted his head just enough to see Cain calmly walk out of the room.

Exhaling deeply, Cain said calmly,

"It's done."

Legarde nodded,

"Good. Mira should be waiting for us at the—"

BOOM!

A thunderous shockwave crashed into them.

The walls shook, cracks stretching from floor to ceiling terrifyingly quick.

The ground rumbled. The window planes shattered into a fine powder. The roof caved in.

Both of them swatted away the falling debris as crimson moonlight washed over them.

Legarde's face paled as he looked up.

"Oh no."

Cain felt a terrible premonition wash over him.

He looked up as well.

Shards of fire slowly rained down from above as what was left of the barrier crumpled into pieces.

Cain cursed internally.

They weren't ready yet.

Something caught his attention. A small patch of black in the sky.

With his enhanced senses and vision, he was able to see minute details from kilometers away.

His eyes narrowed.

It was a small pack of {Sky Devils}. However, something about these ones was different.

At the head of this flock of {Sky Devils} was a monstrous entity seated on a semi-rotting steed.

Cain felt his heart drop.

The feeling he got from this one was many times worse than the feeling he had gotten from Arnach.

And for some reason, the Devil seemed a bit familiar.

He tore his eyes away from the sky and exchanged glances with Obegrin.

Without saying anything, Obegrin summoned his helmet. And began running down the hallway, his steel boot crashing into the floor, shattering it with every step.

With two magic guns appearing in his hands, Cain followed suit a moment later.

In a split second, they had rushed up the building.

There, Mira and Julio stood, watching the shards of the broken dome rain down.

He glanced at Mira. Her fair face has turned pale as she muttered,

"We aren't ready." Under her breath over and over again.

Cain looked down.

A tide of slaughter quickly closed in on them from all sides. A shockingly large army to Devils had broken what was left of the Dome of Fire.

He had finished earlier in just a little above twelve hours so they should have had more time to make their retreat.

Cain's expression was dark as he looked up.

He had a feeling he already knew who the culprit was.

'Damned bastard!'

Legarde walked up to Mira,

"The men are already leading everyone over here."

This was true. The Devil army was like a sharp knife that brutally tore through the succulent human flesh as they tried their best to run away.

Most of them were quickly making their way over to the building they were in.

The old warrior placed his hand on Mira's shoulder,

"Calm down, Mira. The teleportation circle is done. We cannot lose hope yet."

Slowly, the light go clarity returned to her eyes.

She shook her head,

"Y-yeah. You are right."

Sighing deeply, she turned to Cain,

"How quickly will we be able to get everyone out of here."

Cain's brows furrowed,

"As many as can fit into the room can leave at once. Usually, we would have to wait a bit before using it again as repeatedly messing with space over short periods can cause it to become unstable. But..."

Mira bower deeply at him,

"Please."

Cain was taken aback only for a moment.

Then he nodded. He turned to Legarde,

"Those still out there will most likely be cut down by Devils before they can make it here. That includes your men."

Legarde's voice rang through his magic steel element,

"Fret not. I will now enter the battlefield."

He walked over to the edge of the floor. The railing had long since been pulled away so there was nothing stopping him from plunging right down.

Legarde brandished his spear.

A torrent of flames surrounded the old warrior like a cape, billowing about him with the wind.

He turned to look at Cain. Although it was impossible to see his eyes through the small dark slit in the armor's visor, Cain could feel the older man's gaze.

Then without warning, he jumped down.

Shooting towards the earth like a piece of a broken star...

A flaming streak was left in the air, and moments later, he crashing into the horde of Devils on the ground.

Devils were ferocious creatures.

With bodies built for war and energy supplies that ran so deep, it could sustain them through a whole day of furious battle without rest.

Most human's stood no chance against them in a one on one exchange. In a collective battle as well, they also outclassed humans with their superior spells and battle knowledge.

However, not all humans were built the same.

Some were of a different strain.

These humans were special and could become powerful enough to destroy hordes of Devils.

In an ideal world, they would be called those chosen by the world to resist the devilish corruption.

But put simply, they were all insane, overpowered madmen with a penchant for murder.

Legarde was such a creature...

Slamming his spear into the ground, Legarde grunted as a wave of flames spread out in a circle.

The metal-like exoskeletons of the Devils were as fragile as paper. In a moment, tens of Devils and {Zombies} were incinerated and turned into ash.

A Devil jumped above the rising flame and skillfully twisted the blade in its hand to aim at his neck.

In response, Legarde tilted his spear up, faster than a venomous snake's strike, running it through the Devil.

Grabbing the shaft with both itself hands, the {Blade Devil} roared furiously as it tried to stlet itself free.

Legarde snorted coldly,

"Burn."

Shrieks of anguish rose into the crimson heavens as a dark prayer.

Black soot rained down onto his armor a moment later.

He had burned the Devil into ash.

Looking at all this unfold, Cain couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine.

It was as though he could feel the heat, even from so far away.

Then he frowned.

There was still only so much one man could do.

So, Cain decided to lend a helping hand...