The war between the Oceanic Kingdom and the demon forces had fully erupted—and it was colossal.
From his vantage point, Broken could see it all unfold with terrifying clarity. The merfolk warriors were nothing short of elite. Every spear swing was devastating—slicing through demon after demon with lethal precision. Their speed and power underwater were unmatched, turning them into a wall of living weapons.
These were no ordinary soldiers.
Broken swallowed hard. These warriors weren't just defending their home—they were trained to crush anything that dared invade it.
But even their strength had a limit.
The demons weren't stopping. In fact, more kept pouring in, from every direction, their monstrous bodies cutting through the dark water like a tide of nightmares. The difference in numbers was now painfully obvious—twenty to one, at least.
