Grigory was back to the desk studying the dark-red crystal as if the commotion outside didn't concern him at all. In fact that commotion wasn't worth his time: the lava demons weren't something special that needed his attention, anyone passing by the lava flow would encounter the low intelligence, elemental organism, Demon Scar Gorge was the confluence of the underground magna network from where lava demons emerged. But those creatures hadn't the ability to climb their way out of the gorge, the only threat to passingby soldiers was the steam from magma activity. This noxious gases could harm even the most magic-equipped and well-trained soldiers.
But warlocks had a way to contain the noxious gases.
The door was pushed open. An elderly man wearing a long purple robe and holding a wand walked in. He was one of the higher commanders of human warlock forces.
