While being called barbarians, the Menorians were actually a very advanced force for the time.

  They were lacking the magic the inhabitants of Triazils were using, but they compensated for their lack of power through a different form of strength.

  These warriors, coming from the land further west, were numerous beyond any recognition.

  No other force could compare to the outrageous number of people coming out of the sailing ships.

  These gigantic wooden constructs were upgraded with metal parts on various sides, distinguishing them from any ships from this continent.

  Each wearing a flag of their nation, the boats violently crashed into the shores one after the other, releasing thousands of people at the same time.

  Atop a hill, Alaric glanced at his companion and wife.

  "I understand after seeing this."

  "It is no wonder any attempt at pushing them back would fail."

  Having learned of the event through the notebook, he was prepared for it. But ultimately, what was in front of his eyes was more intense than he ever predicted.

  "..."

  Alyssia stared in the distance with her eyes squinting.

  "Thirty-three sailing boats..."

  "Is there a problem?"

  She glanced toward his direction with a rigid frown.

  "That's twice as much as those memories portrayed. This isn't normal."

  The 'Radiant Priestess' tried to find a cause for this happening, but all came to one conclusion.

  "Uniting our factions for good and removing the corruption... This is 'Fate' trying to correct the deviation."

  "How many of us were supposed to die during this battle?"

  Unbothered by her explanation, the 'Dark Prince' asked.

  "Slightly more than half of both factions."

  He brought a hand to his chin, glaring at the invaders discharging weapons and supplies from the ships.

  "To compensate for our meddling, 'Fate' brought more enemies to our doorstep."

  "What a complete mess."

  Putting the hand that was holding his chin to his forehead, he pushed his dark hair and let strands of it escape between his fingers.

  "Do you mind if I annihilate them all?"

  Leaning forward, he lifted his other hand forward. At the same time, the ground began to rumble, causing the invaders to panic.

  The sky darkened as if night had suddenly fallen, and a strange distortion caused by an abyssal pool of matter slowly grew around them.

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  "Not yet."

  "Fine."

  Alaric pulled his hand back to his side, making the surroundings return to their normal state.

  Seeing the overwhelming force panic and scramble in disarray was enough for him.

  "If you want them to proceed further into your plans, I'm not going to be a hindrance."

  "You never were."

  He smiled lightly as he turned around, facing the thousands of angels and demons hidden behind the hill.

  "Alright. Let's turn back."

  With this one order, both factions immediately followed his order.

  ...

  A few days later, as Alyssia had planned, the Menorians had begun invading the land of Eogis.

  They ruthlessly killed every animal in their path to turn into rations and kept pushing deeper inland.

  Until...

  The scout of the Menorians found their village.

  Watching the man flee toward the main force with a sickening smile on his face, Alaric crossed his arms.

  "Good."

  Everything was going according to plan.

  "With Alyssia gone, it's my job to make this entire scheme a success."

  He turned around and made his way toward the main square, where the demon force was waiting.

  "Listen well."

  "Are you prepared to push back the invaders?"

  Only silence answered his question. But he needed none, as the fire in the gaze of the demons sufficed.

  "We're partners in crime. I know a lot of you would prefer not to soil their hands in blood, but the enemy most likely doesn't think that way."

  "An age of terror and slavery awaits us if we fail, and who knows how many will survive."

  "That's why..."

  He turned his back to the army of men and women and smiled.

  "We cannot fail."

  Taking a step forward, he gave the order.

  "March forward. We'll meet the enemy head-on."

  *

  Far away from the demonic and angelic settlement, the angel army stood still, watching an army from afar.

  "Oh? It's time."

  With a smile and an elegant gesture, Alyssia turned around.

  "The scout returned from finding our home. Alaric is on his way."

  "Alyssia..."

  A lonely woman approached her with a distraught expression.

  "Are we really going to attack them?"

  With a warm smile, Alyssia observed the poor lady, who appeared to shake from fear.

  "You don't have to fear anything. We are not here as an act of sacrifice."

  "No one is going to lose their lives, I promise you."

  The radiance emanating from her not only appeased the terrified angel, but the rest of the people following her.

  'Now...'

  As she focused back on the massive enemy force, the smile on her face vanished, hidden to the angels.

  'Alaric is on his way to act after us.'

  Her eyes discreetly scanned the entire base of the enemy.

  'Movements. I guess the information that our village is nearby reached the ears of their superior.'

  Frantic movements from the Menorians showed that they were preparing to march forward and trample their home.

  'Well, be it ten thousand or a hundred thousand more, it doesn't matter.'

  'The path ahead isn't as bleak as it was in those memories.'

  Holding her hands in front of her chest, she smiled lightly.

  'It'll turn out the same, except no one will die. I hope you're prepared because we're coming.'

  Alyssia dropped her arms next to her and, with a single order, began the assault.

  "When the enemy marches out of their camp, fire at will."

  The angels all lifted their arms and waited patiently for the full force of the Menorians to leave camp.

  ...

  Sounds of explosions echoed all the way to the demon force marching forward.

  As they entered the area and walked over a hill, they witnessed the barrage of magic falling on a broken formation.

  Alaric smiled as he saw the enemy run around, trying to pick up their fallen comrades.

  All elements rained on the invaders, who could do nothing in return, even knowing where the enemy's position was.

  "Move out. Dispatch any survivors. I'll enter their base alone."

  Alaric's wings stretched widely before his body darted upward at high speed. In just a moment, he had already crashed into the enemy's deepest line, causing a massive detonation where he landed.

  At the same time, a blinding light appeared to follow him from the bombarding area.

  Only caring for the order, the demons marched down the hill and killed everyone in sight.

  ...

  It turned out to be a gruesome carnage.

  The demons, who joined the battle shortly after the enemy force scattered, killed the Menorians, who couldn't defend against flying opponents.

  Using their mastered strength, they severed limbs, pierced their chests, and showed no compassion for their enemy.

  As Alaric said, they would not show the same courtesy.

  War was always a grayish matter. Who was right, and who was wrong.

  The line was thin, but the victor was the one to write history, deciding of its clear conclusion.

  And as the invasion came to its premature end, what was promised to happen went on without problem.

  Alaric captured the commanders of the Menorians without issues.

  As both angels and demons joined to remove any survivors from their land, Alyssia joined with Alaric.

  Together, they brought the commanders to the ships and sent them all back.

  These Menorians, who thought that they had been spared, began to plot their return, oblivious to their imminent death.

  One boat sailed off the coast of Eogis, while the remaining ships remained on the shores.

  As a simple display of power, Alyssia was the first to act.

  Lifting both hands over her head, she gathered the power she was supposed to unlock at that moment.

  Gathering light magic into a gigantic sphere, she smiled.

  Out of it, an infinite number of beams traveled at an imperceptible speed and pierced the ships until all that remained were unusable remains of wood and metal.

  Shocked, the commanders began to tremble in fear as they realized the situation they were in.

  Their feet were on one of those ships, ships that were reduced to nothing in just an instant.

  Worse, they were in the middle of the sea, a few kilometers away from the shore.

  A few of them showed bravado and exclaimed that they were too far to be affected by that unknown power.

  But as they blurted out those unfounded speculations, the sea roughed the sides of their vessel.

  The sky darkened, and the sea turned into a dark abyss with no trace of its blue color.

  Looking up, the commanders noticed the dark sun looming over their heads.

  Terror and dread filled their hearts as the sun began to leak a dark liquid.

  Covering the entire ship, from its masts to its deck, it began to sink into the abyss.

  The sun vanished, as with the commanders boarding the vessel.

  Nothing was left of them, not even a wooden board.

  Smiling to himself, Alaric picked up Alyssia in his arms and flew back to the others, cleaning up the battlefield.