Evla and I sat and talked for a while longer, on topics ranging from Luke to the gathering hordes. It seemed that, without Luke's orders, the separate hordes were scattered and disorganized, with only vague instructions on what to do once reaching Radia. Evla had encountered High valley purely by chance, her demons sensing the mists' great power. She suspected the others would, as well, and gather nearby.
"I'll tell Andres," I said, reluctantly letting go of her arm and standing. "He'll want to know this area will be overrun by demons."
She chuckled lightly. "It already is. I've got almost a million in my horde left. Lost quite a few taking out the southern reaches of the Cerxov Empire, but more than enough to scare a few deserters."
"They're not deserters. And they're not scared. They're very brave."
She waved her hand dismissively. "Fine, fine. But I wonder how long this place will last once an actual demon lord arrives."
