"Your world is doomed!"
"This world—all worlds—will burn!"
"We are the destroyers and scourges of all realms!"
Amid wave after wave of furious roars and howls, the demon army attacked from every direction, laughing wildly as they unleashed their long-suppressed urge to destroy. Evenson's only order this time had been to attack, with no other special requirements. Naturally, there was no reason for them to hold back.
Watching the battle below and the demons continually pouring out of the portals, Evenson felt that after all these years, he had finally done something a Sorcerer ought to do.
But he had not done this merely because he had remembered his old profession and wanted to indulge himself. Since taking in the Fel Scar Rift, Evenson had grown much more confident. He knew this army was strong, but exactly how strong was it? What level did it stand at in this universe?
If this had been the entire Burning Legion, Evenson would not have needed to think so much. But this was only a small detachment of the Legion, perhaps not even enough to count as a flanking force, so he had no choice but to be cautious.
Without a real battle, however, there was no way to accurately gauge them. They had fought the Valkyries led by Sif during the battle for the Fel Scar Rift, but there had been too many special factors in that battle for it to offer much reference value.
And Evenson could not exactly drag them out and pick a random opponent for a fight. Setting everything else aside, what if he chose the wrong target and got them all wiped out? That would be a disastrous loss.
So it was better to find an opponent that was neither too strong nor too weak first. Judging