His summons scattered in different directions, following his command like seasoned soldiers. Most vanished from sight as they left the building to hunt demonic prey across the globe.
A few remained behind: Formicia, Sylvaris, Aamon, the Frost Wyvern, Flame Salamander and some others. Their superior and epic ranks marked them as Arthur's strongest summons; they were creatures too valuable to place in random encounters.
Arthur turned toward Gates, his expression that of calculation.
"This isn't over. The next wave might include lesser demons—epic-ranked bosses. They might also deploy true demons at a superior-rank level."
Real threats. Not cannon fodder.
"Things are looking hectic. We need to protect the countries backing us."
Gates nodded, his businessman's mind already shifting into crisis management mode. "We've established connections with those nations ever since they showed their stance on the matter. I've been considering this problem."
Always thinking ahead. Good.
