Asmodeus stepped back and scanned the mountain with a single glance. His eyes, like golden torches, allowed him to become the master of the battlefield. Once the distant corpses oozing excess necrotic aura approached, he smiled.
"Nerim, don't push too far."
With a single command, her body accepted his words; she shortened her stride by half, using her spear to keep the zone in front of her under control.
'Her growth is quite satisfying.'
He observed Nerim's posture, the way her curved hips lowered and prepared for the rushing enemy, and despite the foul stench that filled the area, she remained stalwart.
"Zahir, protect Thorim and Vivi, use your flame talisman."
"Lad?"
Thorim glanced at Asmodeus, who remained idle, standing in the centre of the group, just ahead of Zahir and Thorim. He looked at the old dwarf with a smile. "Give em hell, Old timer. I'll keep your body safe."
Fwoom!
