On the outskirts of Heaven's sub-world, aboard the burning, smoke-spewing flagship Aslan, Alliance Commander Lawrence sat slumped on the deck in a daze. He kept blinking and rubbing his temples like he couldn't process what he was seeing.
Around the flagship Aslan, the demon hordes that should have surrounded the warship and torn them all to pieces had somehow vanished without a trace.
Not just around the flagship - the terrifying demons that had densely filled the surrounding star sectors like a black ocean had all disappeared.
For a moment, the vast battlefield had nothing but Alliance survivors, countless corpses of both demons and Alliance soldiers, and massive amounts of warship debris floating through the star field. An atmosphere of deathly silence covered this region of space.
Logically, with the demon hordes gone, the surviving Alliance forces should have felt the joy of surviving a disaster.
