The large number of members from the Behemoth Clan were slowly making their way to the city. They were walking as if it was just another mission for them.
A few of them were even just looking at each other, casually talking about their day. Others were smiling as they saw the hopelessness in the eyes in front of them.
To them, they were part of the Behemoth Clan, one of the elite clans in the Demonic Faction. A faction where only being the strongest mattered, and the strongest were the ones that dictated what happened in their world.
And it was decided that the Dark Magus, along with anyone who tried to protect them, were to be eliminated.
When the soldiers that had been rounded up by the Crimson Crane could now see the faces of those that were coming to attack them.
One of them had dropped their sword and ran back toward the town hall.
"I can't do this, I'm sorry!" The man shouted.
