The Cardinal of War and Flame approached Fiends in tow, emanating a diabolical air.
Though the Cardinal seemed as plain as ever, the Fiends behind him wore expressions contorted with rages while a mantle of destruction roiled off their body in a sweeping tide. Their presence commandeered a sizable constituent of the battlefield, but most importantly, the Banehounds reacted to their arrival.
All others on the battlefield became meaningless as a juicy meal appeared.
With the power radiating from the Flame's retinue, the Banehounds could easily eat their fill if they tore into them with a vengeance. That thought almost made them move with abandon, but there was a procession to follow.
