"Give your men the order to retreat, Captain." Lith said as black chains burst from his chest and the Demons'.
They scoured Ne'sra, looking for volunteers among the past and recently deceased willing to join the fray.
"Is the situation so desperate that we need to evacuate the city?" Neforce asked.
"No. They would just be a hindrance."
The strength of a Demon grew exponentially with the number of their eyes and every one of those that Lith had brought along had the power of a violet core. The black chains shared the Spirit Magic and darkness magic with the new troops, the sacrifice of the sixth eye giving substance to dozens of wandering souls.
The streets were littered with corpses ready for the taking, no matter if by their original owner or not.
Throughout Ne'sra the dead rose to defend the living and meet a familiar face.
"Daddy!" A young boy yelled amid tears at the body of a dead orc.
