As word of the encounter spread, the main forces, previously dispatched to respond to the distress signal, began to make their way back. But upon their arrival, all they found was the demon lord, defeated and bound, lying defeated on the ground. The elite troops, veterans of the Abyss Rift, stared in disbelief at Bruce and his band, reassessing the true might hidden within what they had once deemed a ragtag group.
"Mr. Green Dragon, your talents are wasted on rear-guard duties. Why not join our ranks on the front lines? The thrill of battle against countless demon lords would surely be more exhilarating," said an ogre of considerable stature, clearly a force to be reckoned with, likely the commander of his own legion.
Bruce flexed his massive dragon claws with a sense of resignation and replied, "I appreciate the offer, but I've grown accustomed to the strategic role of the rear guard. I'm not inclined to join the frontal assault at this time."