Heh!
Damon revealed a cruel smile even within all the chaos as his body was illuminated by golden light. Surging far and wide, healing his soldiers of fatigue while strengthening them.
"WE ARE THE CHOSEN OF THE ONE DEITY, WE CAN NEVER LOSE TO THESE FOUL BEASTS" Damon's voice boomed loudly while his robes swayed madly in the fierce wind.
The stench of blood filled the world and no matter how much one tried to shake it off, they were never able to succeed. Damon watched his soldiers getting massacred with a straight face but he remained indifferent and kept watching. In the deepest despair, mortals tend to bend and seek the aid of God.
If the power of the Beyond fails them against these beasts they will naturally seek the power of someone who has proven to be effective.
Only the power of the dragon inheritance has yet to fail.
What Damon was trying to do was not win a war with the soldiers of the empire. Instead, he wanted to groom these soldiers to become his own.