"These devils… Why are they coming endlessly?" A male wearing iron armor cursed after cutting down a creature.
The creature had a rotten body, and he could even see bones in some parts. There were two pointed horns on his head, and their body seemed to get burned when they were dying. The flame was black and seemed to only work to decompose them, so the enemies couldn't study their anatomy.
The weathered veteran beside him turned and inspected him. "How old are you, son?"
The man didn't remember his name. It was hard to recall anything while watching the other army, but he certainly knew that this old man was wobbling around his army and the army on his left.
Another swarm of devils emerged from within the gate, starting to rampage in the front line. The man's face turned pale as he felt tired after fighting all day long.
"Son?" the veteran said with a firm voice. "How old are you?"
