While they observed, an entity manifested itself behind a large cluster of Ferals. Each howled and growled at the new figure, backing away slowly knowing what this thing truly was.
Like normal, Demon forced his overwhelming dread to remain low. He did not want to scare them, all he wanted to do was continue on with their plan.
A blue-haired Feral stepped forward from the bunch, it was obvious this Feral was the Alpha Male. His muscles were tight and powerful, eyes purple like the rare few Purpra trees in Olavin-Faa.
His name was Cyclone, Tropical Hell-maker. There was a certain type of pride in his body while getting closer to a figure many associated with plagues and dark times.
"You! What are you, creation?" Cyclone's voice was near-maniacal.
Demon opened his arms, gesturing at his body as the dust evaporated. "Your ticket to freedom. But to return home, you need to trust me."
Cyclone growled, studying the figure for any malice. "What do you want us to do?"
"The water below, it is deep enough to survive a fall from this height. Dive and I will escort your entire pack to shore," Demon walked to the edge. "Do not worry about what comes after, I've got everything planned out."
Ferals looked at their alpha, figuring out if this would be the right call. In response, Cyclone nodded. They had almost nothing at this point. What would a couple of lives lost do to them?
He stood beside the visitor, both with their backs turned to the chaos. "My Ferals, Hara and the rest of Connisko are waiting for our arrival. To Olavin-Faa!"
It was enough to pump each Feral full of bravery. They roared with pride, jumping off in waves. It was like Koroth itself was aware of the breakout, there were no winds.
Clouds and fog from the waterfall that fed the ocean below made it difficult for them to see the crystalline, blue waters below. However, they felt more alive than ever as Koroth whistled at them.
Like a barrage of lightning strikes, each Feral crashed into the water. Sinking in before darting across the ocean at full speed.
A Volatile warrior watched from afar, unable to understand what was happening. He reached for his hip, where his special long-ranged weapon rested.
He was not going to let Ferals rain from the heavens without killing a few. Until a hug poked out of their chest, the maiden held him high up. Then tossed him into the sea.
Utter freedom sped through their bodies, adrenaline brought their smiles out. They made landfall, shaking off the water before waving others over.
Demon manifested at the beach, enforcing this would be their meeting point. He kept his arms crossed, watching the incoming waves of Ferals make their way to the sand until there were no more.
"That ledge, my forces will keep them busy for long enough," Demon ordered.
Ferals unsheathed their claws then began scaling up the side of the cliff. Their powerful legs made it easy to reach the top in less than two minutes.
Cyclone paused beside Demon. "I'm guessing you won't need any help getting up this?"
"Do not worry about me," Demon said while letting dust eat away at his being. "I am paranormal."
With that, he reappeared on the top. Several Ferals ducked and readied themselves for a wild sprint across an open valley of calamity.
"Go! Straight forward, do not look back. This is your damn life that's on the line!" Demon cried out.
Upon receiving orders, each Feral acted on it. They dashed across the clearing, making their way to one of the hundreds of outposts surrounding the area.
A blast leveled out their entrance. Viviry lowered his bow, bring his hand up instead. He continued to wave at the Ferals, pointing them in the right direction.
Despite still being on-guard, he did not notice the incoming Glyker. It slammed down over him, sending Viviry to the ground in a daze.
Biku leapt on the creature, driving a knife straight through the back of the rider's skull. He jumped off the beast's back, striking the side of its crest with a bola.
It quickly shook the impact off. The beast lunged forward, trying to strike at them with its wings. Only to get them caught in one of Biku's bolas. It spun the gliders together, rendering them useless.
Lanzu impaled the creature from the neck, killing it instantly. She jumped off, kicking the creature to the left so it wouldn't get in the way of the Ferals.
Viviry shot back up, then continued waving. "Hey Ferals, this way! Infinus is trying to keep them busy!"
All three elites watched them stampede through the clearing. They moved in a rapid pace, leaving no breathing room for those around. It was like watching a dust storm.
Demon stepped beside his elites, keeping his arms crossed. "Biku, Lanzu, get to the front right now. Get ready to send our battalions forward. Our first stop is Thawed Lake City."
The elites understood, quickly taking off after the Ferals. Leaving Demon alone with Viviry and a prideful Cyclone.
"What type of advantage does Thawed Lake City provide? We should run straight home," Cyclone joined the conversation.
"Do not be mistaken..?" Demon paused.
"Cyclone."
"Do not be mistaken, Cyclone. We will reach Olavin-Faa but the weather threatens us with a blizzard and our forces will need a rest, eventually. Just trust us and we will get you back home," Demon replied.
Viviry mounted his bow over his shoulder. "Sir, what would you like me to do next?"
"Stick by Cyclone's side. A Feral that looks this prideful certainly is a host to a Third Rule," he answered.
On command, both Cyclone and Viviry took off together. They were following the Ferals close behind, although not fast enough to catch up with the main group.
Everything was happening as planned, which pleased Demon. He spoke to his hand, ordering his servants to focus defenses around the escape point.