When they tell you that history repeats itself, you should at least expect some details to change. But no, in our case, things went exactly the same as the first time: a crack in the sky, a couple of monsters slightly taller than normal, and a myriad of people who, for some reason, were surprised. Because who, in all sincerity, would not have bet on a good demonic invasion every hundred years? Even if, to be honest, the causes this time are much clearer.
Humans always find new ways to destroy themselves. If the first time the solution came in the form of a shy librarian who, unwittingly, found the key to stopping the end of the world, this time it arrived in the form of a weak and hungry boy who would have preferred to destroy it rather than save it. I ask you a question: who said that magic was reserved for muscular and dramatic warriors? No, my friends, true salvation this time does not come from paper, parchments, and the patience of a genius, but from hunger, fear, and the desire not to surrender to your fate.
