Cain displayed a fierce smile as he sensed the escalating battle fervor within the ranks of the Scarlet Crusade. Without wasting another breath, he surged forward, becoming the blazing spearhead of the massive army. The dragons and saintesses immediately followed him, their divine auras unleashed in full, soaring upward and engulfing the sky in an immense storm of energy.
Cain's gaze sharpened, his eyes burning with unquenchable hunger. The closer he drew to the enemy, the more intense the anticipation became—until, finally, the opposing force came into clear view.
Yet instead of encountering fearsome warriors prepared for an earth-shaking confrontation that would leave the continent scarred, what Cain and the entirety of the Scarlet Crusade saw stunned them.
Monks.
Millions upon millions of monks.
