Asmodeus closed his eyes while listening to the chaotic sounds of orcs complaining, shouting and groaning as the demon knights forced them to repair the wall. There was a sensation, a feeling, of his many tangled interests and issues unravelling like a ball of yarn rolling down a hill.
'Why does it feel like everything is coming to an end…'
[Don't be so pessimistic. Do you think it ends with a victory here?]
The words of Serena, like a lamp in the dark of midnight, helped him recover from the strange melancholic feelings.
He brushed the hair from his cheek with a huff before returning his gaze to the office… a cheap table covered in food and liquid stains. Most likely cheap grog and ale enjoyed by the orcs. What amazed him was that the orcs didn't organise their supplies, weapons or defences.
'It's almost like they just lived on the edge, from day to day.'
