"Something terrible has happened!"

Just as Darryl's fairy soul was about to be impaled by Grunt's golden spear, a loud cry could be heard from outside the canyon. It was closely followed by a soldier rushing into the cave with a panicked expression on his face. "General Grunt, Something terrible has happened!"

F*ck!

Grunt's face darkened at the interruption. He shouted, "Why are you panicking? Didn't I tell you to stand guard outside the canyon? What are you doing here? What could have happened for you, a member of the great Godly Region, to freak out like this?"

"General Grunt." The soldier grew anxious as his forehead beaded with sweat. He could barely put a sentence together in his fear but managed to say, "There are a lot of fiend warriors outside right now. Their leader has terrifying power, and we're about to lose to him."

What?

Grunt's chest thudded at the words, his brain buzzing.

Had the fiends not retreated from the Sealed Fiend Mountain? Why were there still so many o