The day had quickly become overcast with the threat of rainfall, and after another hour of travel toward the border, the general who was ahead of the march raised his right hand in a fist, causing several soldiers to pull out horns and blow them, creating a faint hum through the air that stimulated mana in the atmosphere; it was a call to action.
"General!" Arla and Idria from his captains approached first, but quickly saw the reason for his alertness.
"Demons... This far in?" Arla asked surprised, making sure to not shift and wake Sol who still clung to her and slumbered peacefully.
"I thought the day was going to go by uneventfully again until we reached the borders of Argom, but this is a concerning development." General Grim stood with his sword drawn staring from the top of the hill at a valley full of demonic beasts and corrupted monsters.
