Asmodeus sat on his throne, with his women beside him. He looked around at Simon, Paul and the main adventurers who helped attain their victory. They held a report of the number of casualties and damage done during the battle.
"The total casualties are less than five thousand, your majesty."
"What of the wounded, has their condition improved?"
Paul nodded. He then took another scroll, and with the snap of his fingers, it burst aflame, revealing details about the wounded.
"It seems that thanks to your majesty's actions the other day have healed more than ninety percent of the wounded and given many who might have died a second chance."
The details then stretched out, with the number of casualties caused by the black spears of Darius. Asmodeus didn't dwell on them. He saved half that number just by dispersing his blood.
