The command tent had been established in the center of the army and was surrounded by more than fifty guards. The number felt a little over the top, but it might have been prudent considering the unpredictable nature of the Gate's eruptions. I ducked through the tent flap as the messenger held it open, finding the generals, Connor, and Alex waiting for me.
The General of the Brithlite army glanced at my horns and scowled. "Slave Hero, I understand you are useless when it comes to combat. As such, you will be deployed to a suitable location among the forces holding the Gate Entrance. As for the Fire and Undead Heroes, you will be charged with leading our armies to glorious victory over the demons."
"As is only natural," Alex said, smiling brightly. "Besides, I'd like to see how a bunch of popsicles manage to withstand my flames."
