The Hydra's heads swiveled frantically, trying to identify which direction offered the best chance of a breakthrough.
The eastern quadrant had slightly fewer demons.
The western side included more Dread rank creatures and fewer Nightmare-rank entities.
The northern approach had a small gap where terrain made formation slightly looser.
Three possible escape routes. Three desperate gambles that might allow survival if executed perfectly, and luck favored the bold.
The central head made its decision and roared the command to the other eight. The Hydra's massive body coiled tighter, muscles bunching in preparation for an explosive charge that would attempt to smash through the demon army's eastern quadrant, driven by sheer momentum and violence.
It was a terrible plan. The odds of success were minimal. But staying meant certain death, and even a one percent chance of survival was better than zero.
