Dahlia lowered her wings and looked around the ruined street.
Broken armor lay scattered across the ground.
Demon soldiers groaned weakly, unable to stand. Some didn't move at all.
She turned back to Garion, brushing dust from her shoulder.
"So," Dahlia said, tilting her head, "what do we do now, Master? They're all already incapacitated."
Garion stood at the center of the street, relaxed as ever.
He glanced at the fallen demons, then smiled faintly.
"Of course," he said. "We wait."
Dahlia blinked. "Wait?"
Garion nodded. "Like usual. When you defeat the soldiers, the general always shows up."
Dion chuckled. "Yeah. That part is always predictable."
Arden stepped forward, looking at the ruined street.
"They didn't move like regular patrol units," he said carefully. "Someone important sent them."
Dahlia glanced at him and grinned. "Look at you acting like a real senior brother."
Arden coughed lightly. "I I mean. Someone has to say it."
