"Where are they coming from?"
Ammor's question came out harsher than he intended.
The demon holding the glowing War Tag looked southeast.
"From Ironcrest. They are crossing the lower trenches and heading directly toward us."
Ammor followed his gaze.
At first, all he saw was smoke, shattered walls, and humans and demons fighting across the mountainside.
Then the wind shifted.
Five figures moved through the battlefield beneath a thin current of dark emerald air. They were still several hundred metres away, but they were closing the distance quickly.
The one-horned demon led.
The short Kragh moved beside him.
And a wounded, tattooed Martial Demon followed with two others.
Ammor's expression darkened.
"Damn it."
He had spent the period after the tests avoiding Blackmoon, Akaza, and Sonya... especially Sonya.
