The demonic army suffered a great loss and hadn't been seen for several days. Only the Heavenly Master had spotted their aerial forces about twenty miles south. For safety reasons, the Heavenly Master did not delve deeper and came back to report the situation.
As for the numerous specters he spoke of crowding the sky like flies during the day, Durin personally went to take a look—and it was quite an apt description.
· No wonder they're called evil gods, they play explosively. Compared to them, the demons of the Western Lands aren't even worth mentioning.
Big Orange looked at the dark green cluster of specters in the distance and sighed sincerely.
Indeed, unlike the demons of the Western Lands, which Durin barely encountered once a year, back when he saw that fleeting glimpse of a ghost outside the Eternal Forge Fortress, this place was truly filled with ghosts, looking like a swarm of dark green insects flying in the sky.
