Everyone watched with wide eyes and expressions of utter disbelief as hundreds of demons of all shapes and sizes marched out from the demonic summoning circle.
Each one wielded a variety of weapons, their appearances imposing and intimidating.
Though most of them were lower-ranked demons, that did not make them any less terrifying.
They were, after all, demons, evil incarnate, creatures feared by all.
By their very nature, demons were wickedness given form.
Just their presence alone was enough to instill overwhelming fear.
An army of 1,200 demons emerged, and with them came a thick miasma, an energy unique to the demons of all Hells.
This energy was known to be poisonous, venomous, and destructive.
Like a corrupted tide, it swirled outward, corroding everything it touched.
The very land beneath their feet darkened, turning a sickly brownish-black as it succumbed to the demonic presence.
