Draiss grinned as his gambled worked, every spawning demon appearing near his fortress, though he did waste a couple spells to prevent the ones plummeting from dying. The ones that his troops destroyed, however, he had no qualms with, actually enjoying how well his army worked with more high level officers to control the demons in the fray. His death stalkers were easily living up to their names as the spawning demons continued their mindless rush toward him, killing thousands of each one of them that was unfortunate enough to catch a lethal attack.<br/><br/>He kept an eye on the unstable secondary orb, eight of his avatars trying to contain and redirect its power as thousands of the spawning demons were destroyed, his neutral and good aligned outsiders getting small but nevertheless substantial boosts to their numbers. His custom races went from experimental numbers to working numbers, and his angels were enough that he was able to send a few to the free Dragoons that had been waiting for their own outsider companions. He simply waited on his throne, sending his honor guard out into the field to continue thinning their numbers, though Kammy and Ash were stationed in the corridor outside the room, further thinning their numbers. He rather enjoyed the slaughter, in the back of his mind, Kammy and Ash' luscious bodies heaving as they shredded the spawning demons, each racing to him. He stood up, stared as several Vrocks and Bebiliths finally made it inside, a lone dretch hiding behind a vrock, its eyes alight with unnatural intelligence and cunning. He stared, his Sivridut in one hand, letting them make the first move.