Keeping a low profile was really hard when you had a small army in the making.
Damon had a whole flock of balors. Not one, not two, a whole flock. One of them was even in the Fifth Class Advancement. A monster like that was a horrible enemy to face.
Then he had demon trolls and demon redcaps, all created by him. A rare species, bound to him alone.
Damon watched as Gotrog moved through the ranks, his massive form shrinking and expanding at will as he organized the army. The balor flew overhead, flaming whip cracking through the air as he lashed at anyone out of formation, forcing them back into line with brutal efficiency.
The army slowly straightened under his control.
Renata glanced at Damon, clearly impressed.
"This Gotrog guy is really good at this."
Damon nodded slightly, his eyes still on the formation as it tightened and became more disciplined.
Then they encountered another force.
