The Darkglow Kingdom II

Foom…

On top of the fortress, the war horn bellowed once again. It was the seventh horn that Grimm had heard since the beginning of this expedition.

But this time, the horn sounded deeper, longer, and more terrifying.

It was as if the horn was not an accompaniment to the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers' war cries, but a death song for the Acraepoids.

"Compared to the Dark Destroyer Kingdom, the numbers of Acraepoid army here are insignificant."

While in mid-air, Grimm mumbled softly as he followed the tens of thousands of Demon-Hunter Sorcerers that were behind Black Isotta. Only Little Myna, that was perched on top of his shoulder, and Claudia could hear him.

"Caw caw caw, for the Ancient Sorcerers, worlds ruled by humanoids such as this one are highly favourable because they contain a wealth of humanoid slaves! They've slain most of them though, what a pity."

Little Myna sighed.