In the northern canyon, far from where nightmare demons had just been impaled, Gravok and Terrak moved through stone like a couple of surfers.
Their earth magic transformed the mountain itself into a medium they controlled, allowing them to descend rapidly toward the other demons.
They emerged from a cliff face where hundreds of lesser demons had gathered.
Wind harpies perched on rocky outcroppings, their earlier confidence replaced by nervous energy.
Stone basilisks coiled in defensive formations, their usual predatory postures subdued.
Fire demons huddled together, flames flickering uncertainly. Ice demons maintained distance from their fire counterparts, but the usual territorial aggression was absent.
These weren't warriors preparing for battle. They were prey that had seen the predator and were about to run for their life.
"Listen up!" Gravok's voice boomed across the canyon, his massive form radiating authority that made every lesser demon snap to attention.
