They cut off all lines of communication before they struck. We dispatched flyers, but by now help would have arrived if they had managed to get away.

We were holding our own all the same, pushing the demons back. Its what we had trained at our whole lives. 

If we could just punch a hole through then we could make contact with reinforcements. We didn't need to kill them, simply make our way out of the trap.

And then it came. Gods the very air felt heavier when it arrived.

If this writing is found by anyone, please know the Demon Master had already left, taking the holy of holy Relics with them.

But as it was taken, it left behi

-A blood soaked scrap of paper blowing through the streets of the Center city