Seventeen.
A total of seventeen commanders were sent out by Akilith into the capital city. The seventeen commanders watched with curious gazes as their army fought against the adventurers. Never had they imagined that the elite of Balam's legions would be pushed back by such wild, demon-like humans. Even their own species seemed more scared of them than the demons.
"Should we go and wreak some havoc?" Said one of the demons. Her skin was gray and horns black, she featured a wide smile while holding her daggers in one hand.
A demon with long robes stroked his beard while holding a staff in his hands.
"Have some patience, " he said, his eyes frozen on a tiny sorcerer that was turning their army into frogs. It was a very peculiar spell for a scholar like him. The demons were each absorbed with a different aspect of the realm, not even getting a chance to notice when more than half of their other group was wiped away in a punch.
