Volume 4 - Epilogue
Kainur Satanos - Duke of Pride, Master of Pandemonium, Pride Sin, and proud father - reclined in his tent on his divan as he contemplated the situation before him.
The city of Nyandor was heavily walled, with magics worked into layers that would keep it defended on all sides, even under water thanks to stones sunk by otterkin enchanters.
It wasn't the target he wanted, but it had food and material aplenty and, most importantly, souls that he could use to create necessary resources: true soulstones and mana crystals.
Mana crystals to keep his mages empowered above and beyond their opponents, such as the Nyandorian army, which he had so soundly beaten they'd all been forced to fall back to this, their capital.
As he ruminated over the sight of the city, a tall, white-haired demoness approached him, her face covered down to the nose in horn, and yet she was not sightless. Behind her was a lesser being, a demonkin.