The next days passed under an oppressive tension, thick like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury. The undercurrents of war shifted, and the realms braced themselves.
Samael, consumed by rage and humiliation, abandoned his original plan of attacking from all directions. Instead, he channeled his fury into a concentrated assault. He chose to direct his full force upon the witches' realms and the fae’s, the weakest of them all, their magic formidable but their defenses fragile compared to the might of demons.
His onslaught was relentless. Entire covens were wiped out in mere moments, their spells barely slowing down his army. The fae forests burned, their ethereal homes turned to ashes as Samael’s forces carved through their lands like a plague of destruction. The cries of the fallen e
