Asmodeus sighed while turning away. He faced Brando, ignoring the piercing eyes of Funf. Behind his brother, six men stood with makeshift weapons in hand, two bowmen, two spearmen and a tank with a shield.
"Can you still fight?"
"Of course!"
The surrounding gates rattled after a long silence.
Although the corpses of orcs, an ogre and various other monsters littered the grounds, it appeared they weren't through.
Opposite their group, two enormous gates remained.
One to the north and another to the east.
"Can you still make those walls with your earth magic?"
Asmodeus remained focused on the northern gate, his golden eyes shimmering as he watched the dark figures hidden within.
'Damn it!'
He could make out several vague humanoid figures, but because a strange veil covered the entrance, even his divine eyes couldn't see them. Though at the north, a tall female stood at the entrance of the gate.
'What a familiar figure.'
"I can probably make a wall at most, brother."
