"I guess it will be another demon wave," I uttered underneath my breath.
A low growl rumbled from my devil hobgoblin, its red eyes flickering as it sniffed the air. The other creatures stirred uneasily, their muscles tense, sensing the same thing I did—a presence nearby. We weren't alone.
"Stay sharp," I muttered, more to myself than to them. My fingers tightened around the hilt of one of my twin blades, the familiar weight of the weapon a comfort in this unsettling landscape. I glanced back at my undead goblin king and the chimeras. Their silence was unnerving, but their obedience was absolute.
We continued forward, moving through the thick undergrowth, the shadows growing longer as the daylight began to wane. Time seemed to stretch in this forest, every minute feeling like an hour. My mind raced through possibilities. Who or what could be lurking here? Were the demons already making their move? Or was there another force at play?
