Asmodeus sat in his tent, relaxing, while trying to devise a way to break the orc's defences. His gaze flicked through some of the ancient tomes that Ciela brought from her home.
They spoke of ancient runes and their power, something humans turned their eyes away from, likely because of racial limits and the immense fuel required to maintain them.
A low rumble caused a faint vibration in the earth.
"Hm?"
His brows lifted, and he lowered the book from his face. He then pressed his lips together and pushed them to the side with a curious expression.
Shudder!
Another quake in the ground caused a visible shake of the tent.
Asmodeus placed down the tome on a small table beside him, rose to his feet, and opened the entrance to his tent. He peered outside into the night.
The countless tents with his lovers and the demon knights who rested before preparing for another assault all peeked at the same time. Torches fluttered in the air, searching for an enemy or cause.
