Luke's command caught the assembly of demons off guard, the sudden authority in his voice cutting through the ambient tension of the chamber. After a momentary, stunned silence, the shifting form of the water demon flowed forward, its translucent surface rippling with agitation as it leveled an accusatory glare at him.
"Your leadership has brought about the ruin of our invasion. You delayed the invasion for a plan that has cost almost half of the horde. Seven million returned to the Infernal Realms. And for what? Mortal hubris. Were that all, it would be acceptable, but your failure to follow your own plan gave the Divine time to call down one of their own. A divine descent on this scale has not been seen in thousands of years. It would be more effective to detonate our marks and return to the Infernal Realms of our own accord than play out the losing battles of this charade."
"Aqueas speaks the truth," Lord Bloodsteel said.
