They were hand in hand as they crept to the top of the rise to spy out what the Trinians called the Fluid Dark.

Pyrgus froze. Beneath them, stretched for miles across the desert plain, were Beleth’s demon legions. They stood waiting with inhuman patience, armed and armoured. Hell hounds crouched by every foot. Lines of giant transport beetles carried heavy armaments. A city of tents provided shelter.

The red reflection of the magma flows on metal surfaces made it look as if they’d never left their native Hael.