Roland wanted to believe everything was going his way.
Amid the chaos of battle, each ally did their part, and even some demons had turned against their own kind.
It felt almost too smooth, to the point he feared something might go wrong. Yet nothing did at least, not yet.
Time passed steadily.
His elites pressed the enemy hard, cutting down more of their king's forces and forcing them back, buying the barrier the precious time it needed to recover. Without generals to lead them, the demons fell into disorder and were swiftly dealt with.
Roland had already slain thousands before deciding there was no reason to continue the chase. His tamed demons obeyed with unnerving loyalty, so much so that he feared if he ordered them to cut their own throats, they would.
