Demons have terrifying visages. Their gruesome jaws and piercing eyes make me want to put down my bow and never return to the battlefield. They are powerful. They are swift. But they lack intelligence and emotions. All they have is instincts and those instincts tell them to devour us. Last month, we were caught in a stalemate between a horde of demons and us. But they crossed the trench zone, throwing their brethren at us, not caring who died! At some point they broke through our defenses with their madmen tactics.

Gods, had it not been for my comrades, I may have been killed. Mother, Father, I have discovered something that may very well change our lives forever. In my haste to escape the horde, one demon got a hold of me. It nearly clawed out my entire leg. But in my desperation to live, I used a broken arrowhead and stabbed it just once where the white cross lies. It died, leaving its unholy ashened body behind. Can you believe it?! A single, broken arrowhead, aimed at the right place, was far more effective than 10 catapults combined! By the time you receive this letter, hopefully my theory will be proven correct and the conquest against the demons will be further successful.

Take care to eat and sleep properly. Tell my siblings that I will return in the fortnight and bear them g