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Chapter 1298: The Arrival of the Demonic Months

Iron Axe and Edith had arrived at the same conclusion independently: until the full force was assembled and all weapons positioned, the First Army had to hold. Even once the main force arrived, they needed to find the right opening — a chance to eliminate the demons decisively. If they allowed themselves to be pulled into the Red Mist zone, the situation would become unrecoverable.

“According to intelligence from the Taquila witches,” Iron Axe said, pointing at the red curve drawn across the map, “the Red Mist from the Obelisk will eventually cover more than half the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Our defensive line has to extend accordingly.” He traced four points along the curve. “Accounting for alert time and preparation, we’ve set outposts at the Metalstone Ridge, Gust Castle, Sand City, and Sedimentation Bay.”

The four cities formed an irregular polygon straddling the Kingdom of Wolfheart, positioned on the near side of the advancing Mist.

“We don’t have the force to hold all four simultaneously, so we’ve prioritized. The two most critical are the Sedimentation Bay and the Sand City — they face each other across fifty kilometers and sit directly in the path of the Red Mist’s leading edge, only fifty kilometers from the demons’ fortified line. If we lose them, the demons have a clear road to Cage Mountain.”

“Especially the Sedimentation Bay,” Morning Light said. “It’s the closest port to the Mountain. Our supply chain runs through it. Lose the Bay, and our assembly timeline collapses.”

“To be plain,” Edith cut in — she was the only person in the room who said the hard word without ceremony — “if the demons take the Sedimentation Bay, we have half-lost the Battle of Divine Will. Fortunately, the demons are also stretched. They erected the Obelisk on the continental ridge; transporting Red Mist from there isn’t simple.”

Iron Axe acknowledged this with a brief cough. “Whatever their logistical problems, the First Army can’t afford to waste the time they’re giving us. Before they complete a mountain road, we must hold those two cities.” He paused. “Three thousand soldiers are currently stationed between the Bay and Sand City, building trenches and strongholds. I’ve also kept a reserve of a thousand at their rear as potential reinforcement. It isn’t enough.” He turned to the three witches. “I’m asking Miss Sylvie to serve as our scout-sentry at the Sedimentation Bay, as she has before. Miss Lightning and Maggie — the same role for Sand City.”

“Got it.”

“No problem.”

“Coo!”

“The Metalstone Ridge and Gust Castle are less exposed — they’re farther from the Red Mist zone, and any attack there would likely come from Devilbeasts rather than ground forces.” Iron Axe turned to Tilly and saluted. “I’m asking Your Highness to handle the aerial defense.”

“The Aerial Knights were made for Devilbeasts,” Tilly said. “Don’t worry.”

“Last: the Archduke Island.” He pointed at the large island to the east. “It will eventually fall inside the Red Mist perimeter, but strategically it’s still essential. The island isn’t connected to the mainland, so the Mad Demons would need to cross two to three kilometers of open water to land. Spider Demons can’t cross ocean. The flying Devilbeasts are quick but poor at sustained assault, so they won’t significantly impede the construction of our blockhouses there.” He paused for the key point. “As long as we hold the Archduke Island, the Sedimentation Bay is much safer. And as an offensive platform, the island is ideal — cannon fire from its position covers the entire beach and a ten-kilometer radius of land.”

“But it’s inside the Red Mist,” Agatha said, unable to keep the apprehension from her voice.

“We’ve planned for that,” Edith said. “Five hundred people are stationed there. Even under heavy demon assault, there’s enough time for the garrison and the Bay fleet to execute a controlled retreat. We’ve found no evidence yet that the demons command any serious naval capability.”

“May I add something?” Wendy asked.

“Please.”

“I lived in a monastery in the old holy city for more than ten years. I know the roads in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter that lead to the Hermes Plateau — most of the Everwinter routes run through the Impassable Mountain Range.” She chose her words with care. “Could the demons use those roads to reach Hermes? There are God’s Stone mines there.”

The room tightened. If the demons erected an Obelisk at the center of the Four Kingdoms — not on the coast, but on the Hermes Plateau itself — the Red Mist could pour down from the plateau like water from a tipped vessel, flooding the continent below. There would be nowhere left to go.

“It’s a real possibility, though a difficult one to execute,” Edith said. “During both previous Battles of Divine Will, the demons were only able to raise one Obelisk. To reach the Hermes Plateau, their army would have to cross the Impassable Mountain Range — a passage that’s publicly documented and easily monitored. We only need a few outposts to watch every viable route. The moment they moved into those passes, they’d be visible.”

She folded her hands. “Even if they intended a surprise approach, they’d have to move covertly — small units, the way they penetrated the Misty Forest. A squad or two can’t raise an Obelisk fast enough to matter. And the Coldwind Ridge sits immediately adjacent to the Plateau. They couldn’t build anything there without us seeing it.”

Wendy let her breath out slowly. “You’ve already thought it through. That’s good.”

Iron Axe surveyed the table. “That’s the framework of the First Army’s position. We’re still working to determine the demons’ precise direction of approach, and we’ve been short on both information and personnel — which is why having everyone here matters. With adequate intelligence and full strength, we can go on the offensive.” He looked around the room. “Now we assign roles.”

Leaf and Lotus would remain at Cage Mountain’s border and establish a layered network of traps.

Andrea and Shavi would go to the Sedimentation Bay. They were combat witches; the front was where they belonged.

Hummingbird and Molly would work the logistics — port unloading, supply movement, the unglamorous work that made everything else possible.

Echo would raise and sustain the army’s morale.

Everyone had their piece. Everyone knew what it meant.


While the preparations continued, autumn ended.

On the first day of winter, the sun did not rise as expected. Snow came instead, drifting down from a sky the color of old iron.

The first Month of Demons since the appearance of the Bloody Moon had arrived.

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