-- POV Freya --
Before us stood three unique races of Demons of different levels but very dangerous and against whom we would have to fight. I could already feel the tension and fear in the Lieutenants as they trembled at the thought of facing such monsters that they were far from being able to kill. However, together and with their Commanders I was sure that they could at least defeat the Prideful Griffin.
The plan was for them to concentrate on this creature, which was not only the weakest but also the least mysterious. My soldiers were to focus all 18 on this animal that stood proudly on its four legs. It was four meters tall, had wings, an eagle's head, white eyes and a feline body ending in a large tail with feathers at the end. Its hair and feathers, unlike the other two, were as black as night, as black as my fur in my wolf form.
