Father Black turned to Clawed, his eyes narrowing with intent. "What about the issue of having our own soldiers? Any news?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of concern.
Clawed sighed deeply, his massive shoulders rising and falling. "Insect-B and Victor are working on that," he began. "While we will be able to get more ants on our side, at least at the strength of the first rank of the Great Demon realm, I am not so sure about the werewolves. Although they do have incredible potential, their growth rate is exceedingly slow. Before they become something of substance, it could take many, many years, and that is time we do not have."
