The moment they left Alan's office, the entire city became alive. People who Asmodeus saw working as butchers or bakers in the morning now wielded spears, and donned leather armour, while standing proudly on the walls with a fierce expression.
'Amazing!'
Alan's eyes shifted to Asmodeus, before curling his lips into a grin. "Jealous?"
"Shut it, let's head to the walls."
The two leapt from the citadel, and landed on the northern walls, coming face to face with the demon army. It numbered over 60 000 soldiers. The human forces that were mustered in a few hours amounted to 4 500 strong.
However, Asmodeus knew that their difference in numbers meant nothing.
'The enemy just sent a rabble of goblins and low-level orcs… why?'