Prelude to Despair (5)

There was a faint but unmistakable trace of fear in the warriors’ footsteps as they charged toward the Blood Knight.

It was utterly impossible.

It was unthinkable for those soldiers of Sahad to feel fear the instant battle began.

Such weaklings could never have survived among the elite sent to the Tower, let alone somewhere in Sahad’s back alleys.

It was absurd to think they had been frightened by witnessing a noble adviser’s head being severed.

They had witnessed far worse scenes countless times, and committing such acts was practically their specialty.

“So this is a demonkin…!”

The reason for their fear was simple.

They belonged to a generation that had never once experienced the threat of the demonkin.

Five hundred years ago, the Hero had imprisoned most of the demonkin in the Tower, so the desert people had last fought demonkin long before even the Emperor of Sahad appeared...