If Damon was not wrong, then the curse on him, the last minute armies and rallying the masses shouldn't be the only things he needed to care about today. There should be something else. Something that he was not aware of yet and something that would be revealed soon enough.
Damon let the view sink in for a moment longer. The light side had the numbers, the gear, and priests who could call down holy fire. The players had levels, skills, and reckless hunger. From above it looked hopeless.
But was it really hopeless?
With a smile, he folded his wings and dropped down toward the ground, creating a Blood Gate to the Blood Hall the next instant. It was time he returned to his throne.
Damon stepped through the Blood Gate and landed in the middle of the big hall along with the elven girl.
