It was worse than Renata thought. The tower lords seemed fully resolved to take Damon down.
A massive military undertaking marched toward their tower. Demons flooded the streets and skies. Heavy war engines rumbled across the ground, some dragged, others carried by hulking demon races. Lesser demons snarled as they pulled supply wagons. A vast cavalry unit advanced in formation while sections of the city had already been reinforced with rune-forged barricades.
Siege weapons had been prepared with care. They were ready for a prolonged battle if it came to that.
The tower lords gathered inside a command tent, their coordination surprisingly precise. It was far better than the goddess races Renata had imagined. If this had been the goddess races, there would have been endless arguments and clashing opinions. Perhaps it was because the goddess races had too many factions.
The demon races, on the other hand, were primarily led by the demon kin, who were called the holy race.
