The sight below was overwhelming.
Ragnar moved first, floating forward until he hovered above the army stationed on the platform. The rest of us followed silently, stopping behind the demon forces. The three demon captains stepped forward as well and took their positions behind Ragnar, forming a clear line of command.
Below us, the army stood in disciplined ranks. A million demons, packed tightly across the vast platform, their weapons ready, their auras contained but restless. The void itself seemed to hold still, as if waiting.
Ragnar turned slowly, his massive presence dominating the space.
"Are you ready to roar?" his voice boomed across the launch pad.
Over the past few days, Ragnar had become a favorite among the demons. His nature resonated deeply with them, far more than he realized. There was something raw and familiar in the way he fought, spoke, and carried himself. Little by little, he was awakening instincts they had long suppressed.
