She'd make this victory so expensive that the Church would question whether it was worth it.
That was all she had left—making defeat as painful as possible for the victors.
Seraphina stood on the opposite side of the command post, her demon lord power gathering, corruption energy building as she prepared the large-scale spells she'd deploy tomorrow.
She thought about her two hundred corruption specialists—all dead now, their lives sacrificed to buy time for a settlement that would probably fall anyway.
She thought about all two hundred, their names, their faces, their personalities.
"I couldn't save you," she whispered to the night. "But I'll avenge you. Tomorrow, I'll kill as many humans as possible before they kill me. I'll make them pay for every specialist they hunted. I promise you that."
The night wore on.
Both sides rested. Both sides prepared.
Both sides knew tomorrow would bring the final battle.
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