The portal brought them to the outskirts of Birad, where a small army of town guards, volunteers from the local Guilds, and Nobles from the Dragon Families had gathered, looking exhausted.
Karl transformed into cat demon form and waved to the defenders.
"Good morning gentlemen. The Darklight Host has sent friends to help sort out the Crocolisk issue, and we've brought reinforcements from the Capital." He greeted them cheerfully.
"Can I stab him, just a little bit?" One of the rogues, a Mythic Shadow Dragon, muttered.
Dana laughed as she straightened his clothes. "Karl has that effect on people, but he means well. Tell me, where do you need reinforcements? We will purge the Crocolisks from the region before we move on."
The Rogue sighed. "Do you know how hard we've had it here? Ten thousand of those damned monsters loose in the wilderness, and we've got what? A hundred Myths?
