The blast of smoke that rolled overhead next made him and the good uncles who had helped from the beginning hold their breath. The first visible piece of debris added to the immense relief of Cyril, Sir Guren, and General Adelman.
"I want to faint!" said Cyril solemnly.
But when he saw General Adelman's smile. He knew he couldn't do that yet. Using the sword the king had given him as a staff, Cyril dragged himself to the palace gate.
The other demons who had come with Van seemed confused by the explosion above their heads. Especially when they saw that the stone gate at the entrance and exit had been destroyed.
An inexplicable panic ensued. The demons, who numbered only a dozen, immediately lost control of the black beasts that rushed into the center of the city with them.
"THEY HAVE LOST THEIR LEADER. NOW IS THE TIME TO RETREAT FROM THESE SOBS!" General Adelman immediately took control.
