"Ah, thank you for coming," Luke said, nodding to us as we joined him on the ridge. "Sorry for sending a demon to fetch you, but as you can see, I've been quite busy."
Luke stood overlooking the city and fortress of Tormod's Breach, his figure stark against the backdrop of the imposing fortifications. As we approached, he seemed motionless, his gaze distant and vacant. But the Oracle of Eternity revealed a different scene. Ten thousand fine threads of mana wove between him and his demon horde, relaying his will and commands for the upcoming battle.
The scions and evolved demons massed around the ridge, their presence darkening the land with a chaotic swarm of fire, gleaming blades, and flickering curses. The beasts and demonkin formed their own separate army, flanking the main force. Their commanders, adorned in ornate armor, were accompanied by evolved demons who relayed Luke's orders through his infernal mark.