Deep in the barren wasteland, where the armies of the Brimstone beasts emerged, was a tall man with the appearance that looked like a young Histerion.
His heart was a red core that continued to ripple out a strange heat. He stood and led an army of Brimstone Beast of all forms.
These past four days were full of attacks and ambushes that slew numerous patrols in his armies.
The elves had suddenly acquired a means to fight back, and the general of the Brimstone Army decided to move back.
"It seems the Nephilim is quite capable." The man that looked like Histerion smiled.
"A pity that my manifestation can only do so much. It seems my Brimstone Clones will have a lot of fun for a while."
The army he led was prepared to kill the creatures far to the East. However, the defenses of the Midlands were strong, and it took several Brimstone Generals to prepare.
