The world always moved forward. Whether sorrowful or uplifting, it would all pass, and tomorrow would always come. Losing someone would not make the world dull and unremarkable. This was the truth of life and living: it would never stop for any one person, and everyone had their own great moments.
In the year 2027 of the Dark Portal, a battle of annihilation was underway on demon-occupied Reach in the Greater Kloop Sector.
This planet had originally been the most prosperous commercial world in the local universe. But two months earlier, a group of outrageously bold mages from the Tower of Mystery had accidentally opened a Burning Legion portal during a forbidden experiment, allowing hundreds of thousands of demons to pour into Reach's capital before spreading outward from its heart.
The local troops had struggled to hold their final position, but against the demon legion that had already assembled into an army, they could only request aid from the viceroy's office of the Krupp Greater Xing District.
Today was the day the relief fleet would arrive.
"The Tower of Mystery is finished. I heard the Dalaran Council has already ordered the arrest of several of its leaders. They'll probably be classified as a cult."
On the towering concrete walls of the human defensive zone, two human officers carrying special weapons were chatting. They were Major Baslon, currently serving in the human defensive zone, and his superior, Colonel Kelman. The demons had been summoned in Reach's capital, and the sudden attack had almost completely collapsed the planet's administrative system. In fact, if Kelman and Baslon had not returned in time from their missions elsewhere, this human defensive zone would probably have fallen long ago.
Far beyond the two men, the chaotic demons were regrouping, ready to launch another attack at any