Drakon, his family and soldiers all stood in front of the village, staring at the army marching towards them with killing instinct.
High above the Village, two figures sat on thrones, watching the scene below them.
"Love, why are we here? Shouldn't we be down there, helping?" Erika asked In mild confusion.
"No, Look at this army. Nosferatu, sword saint, and that guy, named Canine are the ones leading... Now love, look closely, don't the soldiers looks familiar?"
Michael asked with a smile, his back rested on his throne.
Erika observed the soldiers and nodded: "Dead soldiers, and Nightmare legions."
"Correct, and I know they gave the other normal soldiers those liquid, or whatever it's called... For them to drink and transform into Hellions, this will be fun."
Erika nodded, but still asked: "But love, that didn't answer my question, why are we up here?"