Under Joshua's explanation, Sirid realized the terrifying nature of this new weapon, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead as he hastily spoke up.
"We can no longer wait, we must send these demonic minions straight to hell immediately!"
Sirid couldn't imagine, if they let these wizards continue their development, what kind of powerful witchcraft weapons the enemy could create.
"Had we known earlier, we should have continued the pursuit," Sirid said with regret, as they had struggled to achieve a significant victory in a surprise attack, yet had not managed to annihilate their enemy.
Now, to attack again would clearly require a frightfully heavy sacrifice.
"Don't worry, Sirid, under the mighty power of the Lord, all resistance is but futile," Joshua assured him.