Fable slowed as we reached the peak of a hill overlooking the valley. It was some miles away, yet I could make out the shapes of the massive evolved demons. One, a vaguely humanoid giant with four arms, towered above the rest, perhaps a hundred feet tall.
"That one's new," I said.
Fyren shrugged. "Demon gates have been appearing all over. It's natural some of them have brought more Devoted."
"So they're all gathering here? Will I have to give them my mark?" I asked.
"Assuming they accept it. Mine were bound to me, thus followed my command in accepting you as their master. It will be up to the leaders of the newcomers whether they trust you enough to give you the mark. But I wouldn't worry about their obedience, mark or otherwise. The Devoted will serve you."
