After a moment of watching the demons appraise the townsfolk as meat, Draiss gave the two line warrior squads and the Heavy Unit between them and the town permission to decloak, and watched them appear as the field dispersed, all of them having their personal shields already online and toward the demons. Their weapons were already armed, and while they weren't quite pointing at the demons, it was clear that they were protecting the townsfolk, and would take action if sufficiently provoked. The two flanking squads stayed cloaked, and simply watched.<br/><br/>After finally getting the story from them, Draiss simply stared at the display for a moment, before shaking his head. "I keep waiting for reality to reassert itself, and get a good laugh at me, but I keep hearing that I have become a Demon Lord. That does explain how the imp did it though. Apparently it is promotion by assassination. Fun."<br/><br/>He considered the situation, before turning to Kamariel. "Kammy, I am putting you in charge of them. Go down there and put your foot up whatever you need, but only what you need. Ruling by proxy, and you will be answering to me for decisions. And any souls that end up in that lair of hell will be sent here. One hundred squads of Shadow Stalkers should be enough to make it clear that you are in charge of the plane."<br/><br/>He sent word to the last squad left on the plane, which was removing a couple of the demo charges that hadn't blown. He sighed, and shook his head, as engineer drones began warping in, and began breaking down the rubble to build a more comfortable fortress. At least to him. The demons would likely think it soft, but the Shadow Stalkers would make it clear that he, and by extension Kammy, didn't care.