Chapter 22: The Crystal of Oromasd
The daeva king wasted no time putting his newfound liberty to proper use. At a wave of his hand, the northern horizon grew dark with what looked at first like black storm clouds—but in mere moments the clouds took shape as an army of demons and djinni, thousands upon thousands of them, descending upon the battlefield.
These creatures brought with them the stench of decay, of rotting fruit, of brackish standing water. There were fat, bald, green-skinned Jann and greasy Jinn with glowing orange hair; there were many-limbed blue Afrits and purple Marids with fangs as sharp as razors. Worst were the tall Shaitans with the glowing red eyes, their mouths drooling a substance like pus and their talons clacking with obvious impatience to begin destruction.
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