Arriving In The Middle Of A Demonic War
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The moment we moved through the gates, we were greeted by the camp of the Greed Demon Army instead of Mammon's gold-made palace. I guess he decided to teleport us all here right away instead of going to the big city, which was most likely protected and far away from the dangerous of the invasion.
There were demons of all kinds of shapes here, some of them preparing to go to the battlefield, others being healed, a few… dead. Their bodies were being carried to another place, covered with clothes. I never thought Demons would be so humane when treating their kin. I mean, I remember the Wrath Demons not caring at all about their kind dying, maybe the Greed Demons are different.