Artholath frowned. Haste could prove... ill. He saw some of the heros in the forest, and they were hardly too weak. Of course, he had no doubt these new demons would be more than capable... but still.

He kept to the back of the small group, mindful of the rising noise of chaos. It had once been the very definition of excitement; but now, he could feel almost the sense of impending doom. Something bad would happen...