บท 907: Fire In The Hole

The first individual to step on his bridge was a Demon Prince, this one resembled a man but his feet were those of a bird, his skin was blue, and an Aura of intense chill surrounded him. 

Wearing heavy demonic armor and carrying a large Tower Shield he carefully stalked forward across the bridge, behind him were hundreds of thousands of soldiers, both demons and gods, decked in the same heavy armor and shield, and they moved concertedly towards Rowan, their synchronized steps rumbling through the bridge.

All the Demon Princes he knew were loud and arrogant, almost cartoonish in their escapades to inflict horror and shock in the hearts of their prey, but like every immortal here, even the Demons had to bow to the might of Rowan spell. Games this war no longer was, and dying would be permanent. 

Perhaps for the first time in a lower dimension, a Demon Prince could no longer cut loose. It made them quite a terrifying opponent.