Owen looked at them,
The humanoids who would have looked no different from humans if not for their purple skin, their tails and their horns. They cowered before him, thousands of them, pressed together in a crowd that stretched across the blasted earth. Behind them, the demonic beasts—behemoths that had terrorized the hunters, creatures that had broken city walls, whimpered like frightened dogs, their massive forms pressed flat against the ground.
Then He raised his hand.
Mana gathered in his palm, coiling, condensing. The Sovereignty of Space-Time answered his call, bending reality around his fingers, forming the structure of a seal. The same kind of seal that had held the demons for a thousand years. The same kind of seal that Vorthraxx had shattered.
"Wait!" A voice cut through the terrified silence. A demon woman pushed through the crowd, her purple skin pale, her yellow eyes wide. "Please! Not again!"
Owen's hand paused.
