But it didn't stay to fight the Demon-Lords. Its four eyes went back to the sky, found Reidar, and the creature flew again.
This was the problem. Against the Behemoth, Reidar had fought a creature that responded to annoyance—a simple beast that could be redirected by harassment or if he offered enough 'food' to it.
The Progenitor was nothing like that. It treated his summons as obstacles between itself and the real target, and it cleared those obstacles with a speed that made Reidar's chest tighten.
Every summon he sent to intercept bought him seconds at best, and they got killed, which meant Reidar's army was slowly getting decimated.
Through the haze of adrenaline, an unwelcome image arose in Reidar's mind: Jorik's face in that familiar sneer.
He could almost hear the bastard's voice, dripping with condescension. "Look at the great Reidar now. Running like a cornered rat from a creature he can't kill. Where's all that power you were so proud of?"
