The commander of the border fortress

"What do we do, captain?!"

This one single question, one single plea pretty much summed up all that Scorrus could think about over the last few days. 

Ever since those filthy humans incurred upon the demonae lands and dared to humiliate the garrison of the fortress by feigning a great attack… only to make use of the commotion and slip past the mountain pass… Ever since that day of misfortune, Scorrus could only think about this one question.

What do we do, captain?

The sub-officers from the ranks of the lesser demons continued to freak out.

But what else was Scorrus supposed to do?

He crushed the emergency beacon. 

And that was the whole reason why this entire fortress stood at the border, filled to the brim with elite soldiers all ready to throw their lives away the moment their cause deemed this sacrifice necessary. 

Scorrus' men were all good, loyal, and dedicated soldiers. But left without command for too long, and…