The Demon Legion Descends!

Fire.

Fire was everywhere. Raging flames lit up the night sky. Panicked screams came from the distance, mingled with faint, eerie laughter that sounded terrifyingly gleeful.

Blood.

Blood was everywhere. Its thick stench hung over the town, and even the sky seemed stained red. The moon had turned an unsettling dark crimson.

"Will!"

"Will! Thank the gods! You're alive! Get up, quick!"

A burly, bearded man appeared before him. He wore a simple coat of chain mail, with blood across his chest and three claw marks on one thick arm. Carrying a Warhammer in one hand, he hurried to Will's side and tossed him a Longsword. "Get up and fight! The Demons have broken into town!"

The young man slowly struggled to his feet.

He shook his head, trying to make sense of what had happened. Then his memories came rushing back.

The sky had looked strange that evening, its red glow far too vivid for comfort. It was still winter. There should not have been such brilliant sunset clouds, much less a dark-red tinge to the moon.

The Demons had arrived.

No one knew where they had come from. It was as though they had fallen from the sky, appearing beside the town without warning before launching a frenzied attack.

The fighting.

The Garrison had been driven back at every turn, and the Demons had scattered the militia with ease. Will had encountered a lone Barlgura and managed to kill it, but its final blow had knocked him unconscious.

Fortunately, he had not been out for long.

"Captain!"

A young boy ran over, his face twisted with fear. He could barely get the words out. "They're dead! They're all dead! Hank... Rane... Shosta... dead! All of them!"

A woman's shrill scream came from the distance. Will knew her voice