Butron Castle had now become a battlefield.
The magic attacks raining down from the sky made the Imps below let out one miserable howl after another.
"The humans' attack is fierce." The Greater Demon in charge inside the castle looked somewhat gloomy. Its face was drawn tight. It could already see the firelight outside, while the black smoke filling the sky seemed to be right before its eyes. It sighed.
At that moment, a flash of light flickered across the huge crystal mirror facing it, and the image of the man who had appeared before emerged once more.
Bursts of static flashed past, as if the connection was stabilizing...
After an unknown amount of time, the man in the mirror finally managed to make a sound. In a strange accent, he said, "...The Space-Time Gate has been opened. Prepare to transfer..."
"Yes, my lord!" the Greater Demon replied.
Sure enough, shortly afterward, the Space-Time Gate slowly unfolded.
"Quick, get in there!" the Greater Demon shouted. The Greater Demons behind it hurriedly drilled inside.
The leading Greater Demon was naturally not sacrificing itself for others. As the demon supporting the Space-Time Gate, it had to be the last one through. When the final Greater Demon besides itself entered, it let out a breath.
It could already feel its weakness. It needed a greater supply of dark power; only then could it better serve its masters. Still, once it got over there, it would receive rewards.
At that very moment, there was suddenly a boom. Numerous stones clattered down from the ceiling of the room where the Greater Demon stood. A magical attack had landed above it. As the Greater Demon looked up, the crystal mirror swayed several times. Finally unable to stay fixed in place, it fell with a smack and