Milo let out a huff of air and slumped back onto the cold earth behind him, "I can't help but feel like this is overkill".
He snapped his head forward, watching as a campfire crackled in the dead of night. The eyes of Marcos, Dark, Ray, Azz, Kwaki, Kamil, Ellen and Monique were all locked onto him as he went through the motions. They all remained silent, each one slightly cocking their heads to the side.
Milo stood and swung his arms around in frustration, "There is absolutely no need for all of us to be on the northern border!".
It had been about 2 weeks since he had passed out, not much had happened since then and this new, strange power that he had come into possession of simply refused to resurface. However, more than his own desire to grow his strength, a greater threat began to loom over the human kingdom.
The demons had completely vanished? Yes, after Milo's meeting with them, not a single demon had been sighted on the battlefield since.