The Nether creatures, many, and ugly looking as they had always been, stood before Cuban.
However, the blood demon did not attack. Instead, he allowed the appearance of the creatures that they summoned.
There was literally a horde of them, reaching far off into the horizon. This was a collective power of strong magi and witches, desperate for their own survival.
Although the sudden appearance of the nether creatures that numbered in their thousands, covering the sands of the waste land was meant to provide some peace of mind to those that had summoned them, the truth was that many amongst them were still filled with fear and it was for very good reasons too.
The Chief Magi of the city stepped forward, "if you leave now, there will be no bloodshed."
Those words actually made Cuban the Great demon raise a brow, and then he chuckled lowly.