Demonic Eater Mask

Two tall demons clad in black armor mounted on two horse-like beasts with dark horns. They were slowly moving a few meters away from the edge of the cliff. 

They both were holding two brightly lit formation plates with small white projections. 

"Every year we'll be sent here to inspect this place like someone would dare to come here with all those demonic marine beasts and the protective formations around the edges." One of the armored demons grumped as he idly looked at the projection of the area. 

"This is Fate, my friend. If we have more talent, we wouldn't have been abandoned by our tribes and sent in the army to be high-level cannon folds." The other demon lamented with a forlorn smile, "Well, at least we weren't appointed to the Sea Hunting Division. The death toll in that place is like sky-high."