I turned toward the rest of the demonic army.
The hundreds of thousands of monsters, deprived of their leaders, hesitated. Some still advanced out of reflex. But most retreated.
My generals arrived at a gallop.
The hooves of their horses pounded the ground with a dull sound, then they stopped short in front of the carnage. They looked at the remains of the Archdemons. They looked at the pools of black blood, the scattered limbs, the broken horn armors. Then they looked at me.
In their eyes, I saw something new. It was no longer only respect, nor even admiration... It was fear.
They finally understood that the man who led them was no longer quite human.
General Pendragon dismounted.
"General..." he stammered while looking at the remains of an Archdemon at his feet. "You... all of them..."
"Clean up the rest," I ordered while sheathing my swords.
"If a single one escapes toward the human continent, I will hold each of you responsible."
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