But from his position, the battlemage could see the center of the camp by squinting his eyes. For the first time, his vision beheld the plaza.
Staring at the plaza with his purple eyes, Odama noticed how the ruined plaza was embellished with the cracked marble stones and the runic pillars that were fractured half way through. The battlemage knew that his “plaza” had once been the site of the ancient castle of Teiris*l, but now was domesticated by time. Vast hordes of demons crowded around a black well in the center of the plaza. Every few minutes one of the things would crawl out of the well, covered from head-to-toe in black sludge.
While the battlemage was seasoned in the ways of dark magic, he had never seen something like this. It almost seemed as if a dimensional gate had been created, and the black ink-like substance was a metaphoric representation of the underworld itself. Before the black well was what Odama assumed was the queen. Her dark exquisite robes, her red flesh, her lithe figure, and her smooth black hair all identified her as the only female of the unending throng of demons. She chanted a language that Odama was not familiar with, and every time she raised her voice to a level at which she was screaming, Odama would watch one of the abominations rise from the black well. He saw too, that in her left hand, she held a book. Quite a large book at that.
Odama found himself examining the massive crowd of demons watching the spectacle occur. They all donned sable black armor, spiked randomly throughout their configurations. Some of them were bigger than the rest, standing at heights of eight feet with large warhammers and battle-axes perched across their broad backs. The smaller ones brandished crude swords, axes, and devilish maces.
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