He has finally arrived. Arial thought to himself.
Behind the Dark Prince is his entourage an army of five hundred troops. All of them is wearing their armor, but they did not wear their helmets.
They did not expect any fight and Azrael probably wanted to convey that to the humans that he had come for peace.
The chatter in the tent stopped and the Zettelian King with his bouncy belly strut outside his tent to join the other nobles seeing this assembly.
The troops are tense gripping their weapons in fear especially seeing that towering Giants holding a large torch that if it was thrown to the Hill it will incite a big forest fire.
It was like the Giants is holding a miniature sun on their hands.
Arial looked around at Azrael side.
'It is a good line up' he thought to himself.