During the ongoing Great War, battles between the demons and angels raged on tirelessly day after day. The demon territory was being constantly invaded by legions of angels, and demons were engaged in constant battles to defend their base. Despite the never-ending conflict, the demons had a routine of planning their next strategies and training their troops to improve their chances in the war. At the end of each day, the demons would try to unwind and relax after the strenuous work, but it proved to be a difficult task given the dire circumstances. Kcalb sat perched on the edge of the demon territory, his sharp gaze scanning the vicinity for any signs of angelic infiltrators. As the evening progressed, the sky above him grew dark, adorned with a scattering of stars that twinkled against the velvety canvas. Despite Yosaflame's uncharacteristic lateness, Kcalb remained patient, having complete faith in his most trusted subordinate.

As the minutes passed, the sound of footsteps grew steadily closer, and Kcalb's sharp ears picked up the approaching presence. It was Yosaflame. "I'm terribly sorry for being late, Kcalb," Yosaflame apologized, his voice tinged with sincerity. Yosaflame settled down besides Kcalb, adjusting his cape as he sat. A peaceful silence enveloped the two as Kcalb was about to discuss his new battle plans, but the words never materialized. Instead, their gaze shifted upwards towards the night sky.

As time passed, Yosaflame's gaze wandered from the star-scattered sky to the side of Kcalb's face, his expression stoic. After a brief pause, he spoke, his voice unusually soft. "Boss..." he began, "do you believe this war will ever end?"