In another part of the capital, an army of demons mixed with members of the Flaming Rose had gathered.
At the front of the army of over a thousand was a single red-skinned girl with a greatsword strapped to her back—Kira.
Her black eyes were emotionless despite being under the scrutiny of thousands.
In truth, some of the demons and even some members of the Flaming Rose didn't trust her capabilities as a leader. Some believed she was too young, while others thought she was too inexperienced.
Behind her, she could hear their chatter of doubt, but that didn't concern her. What they thought didn't matter.
Her orders were absolute.
And right now, she had a mission.
Her hand casually rested on the hilt of her greatsword as she finally spoke. "Let's move out!"
Just before she could finish her words, a gust of wind swept through the battlefield, followed by a powerful aura.
