Just as the Elves had feared, the Demon Legion advanced like pervasive sewage, never halting in its steps.
Direct threats were not only from the stones that fell from the sky but also from the large toads behind them, enforcing discipline with their sinister smiles as they tore the lagging Low Rank Demons into pieces, compelling these cannon fodder to relentlessly push forward.
Perhaps it was the sheer number of their comrades that instilled unprecedented confidence, or perhaps it was the subtle influence of some Demon Spellcasters, but the Prime Demons and Coward Devils quickly found their hearts filled with desires of slaughter and destruction. The exquisite stone fortress before them was an eyesore, and the humans and Elves atop it were utterly revolting. These demons could hardly wait to charge forward, intending to kill, dismantle, and burn everything in sight until only ruins were left to satisfy them.
They had long forgotten just how fragile they were.
