"Proceed exactly as we trained and practiced, this in nothing new—no deviations in formation will be tolerated!" roared Fyron, the Demon King, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade of authority.
"Understood!" came the united response.
Behind him, thirty demons broke through the atmosphere in perfect, disciplined ranks, moving as if bound by invisible threads. Not a single one advanced too far or lagged behind. In the blink of an eye, they crossed the region Amon and his savage squad had ravaged earlier, then split toward another quadrant of the planet.
