"Vrozakul, King of the Demon Plane? Well, I am Logan, King of Highrule—and your army attacked my kingdom. I guess that means we're at war, huh?"
Logan spoke, mostly to buy time. He didn't expect to win—not yet. Whatever had taken over Jonathan's body was in a league of its own.
He'd only felt that kind of pressure near Velmora, the spirit of darkness.
But at least he didn't have to face it alone.
He had his three dragons. If they worked together, they might just be able to stall or damage the enemy enough to turn the tide.
[Silis, Drakhel, Narok—we fight together here. Leave the demons to the wolves. They're on our side now. With the army's help, they can handle them.]
His summons answered the call, flying to his side and preparing their strongest attacks. Vrozakul, however, didn't look the least bit threatened.
