After realizing that the civilization of this plane had been destroyed by an invasion of the Devil Race, the cross-planar adventure squad fell into a somewhat oppressive mood.
This was undoubtedly terrible news.
After all, the Devil Race was all too familiar to them. It was baring its fangs at every nation in the north even now.
Everyone present had seen genuine members of the Devil Race. Aside from Mia and Ram, the rest had fought them directly.
All along, their view of the Devil Race—or rather, society's general view—had been that although they were powerful, they were not powerful to the point of despair.
The victory of confining the Devil Race to the Northern Wasteland had already been achieved. Though there was still no way to claim complete victory, the Devil Race progressed more slowly than the other races. One day, all races would achieve a total victory, drive the Devils back into Hell, drive the Demons back into the Abyss, and ensure they could never emerge again.
Some had even fantasized about going down to Hell and razing the Devils' homeland.
Overall, people were generally optimistic—or extremely optimistic—about the threat posed by the Devil Race. Almost no one believed they could successfully rule the world.
But now, two cruel facts lay before them.
First, they had been optimistic too soon. The Devil Race's true strength was likely far beyond what it had displayed in the Northern Wasteland. At the very least, it was certain that there were many kinds of Devil Race individuals they had never encountered.
Second, the Devil Race's goal was probably not to rule the world, but something worse. Judging from the fate of the Elemental Tentacles, what they sought was destruction, not dominion.
Which meant that if the Devil Race achieved its final victory,