I broke my promise, and I'm truly sorry. I got roped into helping out these past two days and had to go away. I couldn't even get online, and I only returned at noon.
Towering figures clustered together, blazing blades in hand, their densely packed silhouettes blotting out the sky.
Demons were everywhere, both in the sky and on the ground, and a pungent stench of sulfur rose into the air.
Amid that ocean of demons, Archimonde sat high upon his throne.
Contempt shone in his cold green eyes. His distant gaze seemed to pierce the entire world. His lips moved slightly, and a low voice emerged. "No matter how many insects come, they're useless!"
"Mannoroth?" Archimonde slowly shifted his gaze and spoke in a deep voice.
"Master!" The enormous creature, with a dragonlike body and a pair of loathsome wings, showed none of the savagery expected of a monster. He lay beside Archimonde with utter submission and answered meekly.
"Go. Sweep away all those irritating insects."
"As you command, my great master." His massive body slowly rose, eager excitement gleaming in his eyes.
He hefted his heavy weapon in both hands and roared toward the heavens, the deafening bellow reverberating through the air. Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The sound filled the endless ocean of demons. The densely packed Felguards began to part to the left and right, as though a sharp sword had sliced through their ranks. They swiftly moved aside, opening up the center.
Countless pit demons surged from the rear, swiftly filling the gap. Seeing his elite troops emerge, Mannoroth revealed his lust for slaughter. The wings on his back beat as he soared high into the air and pointed his weapon toward the World Tree. A tremendous roar rang out, and the demon army began its advance,