The battle raged on, as attrition slowly, but steadily ground away at the warbands below. Belatos
watched from the clouds, his vast, winged, multi-headed form cloaked in a miasma of shrieking
souls. As the warbands savagely butchered each other below for his amusement, the daemon felt his
entertainment begin to dwindle. The lines were parting. Both forces were starting to withdraw... and
Belatos felt... sorely disappointed.