The horde, the Ereians, the dark elves, Artanos, and the demoness watched as the giant dune worms played around with the newly arrived demons. The four armed demons were at the mercy of the worms with no way to retaliate at all.
"What in the name of the ancestors is happening!" Sakh'arran can't help but exclaim.
'Yes, what the heck is happening!' Khao'khen screamed inside his head. The dune worms were so powerful that he felt like an ant in their presence. He felt intimidated by them by just their sheer presence.
And even with the horde under his command, along with the Ereians, and the dark elves who had allied with them for the meantime, he was fearful of the possibility that those monstrosities may come after them, after dealing with the demons.
As the worms toyed with the demons, a sudden crack tore through the air, followed by the sound of crumbling stone. One of the magical towers, a structure of power, began to collapse, its once-sturdy form now little more than rubble.
