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They came like a tide of nightmares.

Demonic warriors surged across the blackened ground, armor jagged, weapons cruel. Their screams were not human, but they carried human hatred. Behind them rose pillars of smoke and flame, and above them the torn sky pulsed red.

Then I saw him.

Their commander stood on a rise, wrapped in dark armor that looked alive. His pale skin shone against the soot. Long white hair whipped in the wind. His glowing red eyes locked onto us with calm confidence, like he had already counted our bones.

He lifted a clawed hand, and the horde slowed, waiting for his pleasure.

When he spoke, his voice carried across the battlefield as if the air itself obeyed him. “Humans,” he said, “you are a mistake that has lasted too long. Tonight, Earth becomes mine.”

My knights tightened their grip on shields. Some trembled.

I stepped forward and raised the divine sword. Golden light poured over our front line, and the darkness around it seemed to hesitate.

“We are not a mistake,” I shouted back. “We are chosen to endure. And we will not bow.”

The demon’s mouth curled into a cruel smile. “Then you will break.”

He dropped his hand, and the charge began.

The ground shook as they hit our line. Claws scraped shields. Steel rang. Fire burst from cracked earth. My brothers held, shoulder to shoulder, driving back the first wave with discipline and unity.

I moved where the line bent, where fear threatened to open holes. Each time the sword flashed, it cut through smoke like sunlight through storm clouds. My brothers saw it and pushed harder.

But the enemy did not tire. They kept coming, wave after wave, as if the world itself had decided to drown us.

And through it all, I felt the demon commander watching me, waiting. Not for our defeat. For my moment of weakness.

That is what evil does. It studies you. It waits for you to doubt yourself.