Pandapolis

"There is no turning back now, you sure we are ready for this?" Moloch asked one last time at the war room table which was busy as hell even though this was just for the preparations of the eventual demon army raid.

"I will laugh my ass off if your so-called King Baal does not even come at all." Dark Elf Leader Drex replied in a crude way as for once he was donned in his full battle armour passed down from his ancestors.

They relied on no god for they themselves could become gods of war on the battlefield. It was true that the once mighty Drow Empire had fallen far from grace, reduced in size to a tiny population that would have been considered impossible in the past.

After centuries of arrogance, they had incurred significant losses while defending their very last bastion until they were forced to live in solitude.