***CONTENT WARNING: LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND GORE***
Marco couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he walked towards the thinning trees near the caves. Hundreds of Fae huddled together behind lines of goblins, orcs, and trolls. A few other types were mixed in like lichts, wraiths, and Barghests on chains.
"Now that I think about it, I recall that a few of the Barghests I killed had collars. Do you think they've tamed them somehow? The hellhounds I get, but Barghests are like their elites. How the hell did they manage that?" Draco asked as he stood on his king's right side.
Benzo scoffed from Marco's left as he said; "Does it matter? They'll all do whatever our King says while breathing, or do it as a corpse. It's that simple."
