As they entered the Dwarven Kingdom, the air around them felt heavy with dark magic, an oppressive force that made even the most battle-hardened dwarves falter. Their aura alone seemed enough to unnerve the defenders.
"They've brought their strongest," Vincent muttered, recognizing the raw power radiating from each of the Demon King Generals.
Velara's gaze remained fixed on the crystal, her expression hardening. "These aren't just ordinary demons. Each one is capable of devastating entire armies."
"Those are probably the Demon King Generals. They are powerful…Them being here meant that they have a serious business here. How can we help?"
"Well there's nothing for you to help us. The Dwarves will protect their home. You can, however, leave here using our secret tunnels. We don't need outsiders fighting our battles."