Amon's thoughts

"Send more reinforcements to the left flank! The left flank is falling!"

"Our men there are strong; they'll think of something!"

"The right flank is about to collapse too!"

"What are you doing over there? Get us more food! Hah hah hah!"

"....." Amon stood still next to the portals, his hearts pounding heavily at times and stopping at others.

His entourage around him was divided. Some averted their gaze from the losses they were suffering, hoping for the best. To them, the lives of their demon brothers were of no value. The rapid growth of their younglings and their vast numbers had ingrained in them from birth the notion that a demon's life was less significant than a good meal to strengthen another demon. So, it didn't matter if large numbers died as long as their enemies also perished.