Chapitre 417: What's that?

What had once been a great city was now but a shell of its former self.

The massive skyscrapers were toppled, laying shattered on the ground underneath countless shards of glass, dust, debris and all other sorts of complete and total destruction.

The Red Demon race had not been kind to the human race, even in death they weren't kind to them.

They bombed their cities down until every last building was turned into nothing but a pile of rubble, and to rub some salt into the wound, they built their own camps on top of them as a way to establish some sort of dominance over the human race.

Like they were completely claiming the planet as their own by replacing each and every single sign that humans once lived there.

Groups of Red Demons stood in clusters in one such city, with its name now erased from history, clinking crude, bloodstained goblets together in grotesque mockery of a human celebration.