The tension in the air was almost palpable. Milo watched Invidia carefully as she appeared to have no worries in the world. She strolled in front of her generals, shooting them sharp but gentle glances, instructing them to flare their own mana at the enemies before them.
Hellkela was the only one who didn't, provided she was more of a support type of demon. Even still, the mana oozing from her body was that of Milo's former power before he had undergone the sudden transformation. That left an uneven fight of the 9 on Milo's side vs the meagre 4 of able combatants of the demons force.
As much as Milo hated to admit it, they might need those odds. There was a real nasty feel coming from these demons, as if the scent of death was clinging tightly to them with every movement they made.