And I saw great figures striding among the collected forces of humanity. There were not more than 10, but each one swept aside heroes and commoners alike.

We attacked with all we had, using precious resources that could never be reclaimed, but it was as if we threw stones at the ocean. Every victory was an illusion, and I began to understand that they were toying with us.

We could not win. The Demons wanted us as cattle, and that was the only reason we still lived.

-A sealed first hand accountant of the final moments of the Demonic War