So far, the lines were holding, in spite of all four sides of the city being attacked. Dememoras's forces were holding back. Why? The three dragons had flown over the walls and were taking shots at the city with fire, acid, and electricity, yet even these were not doing anywhere near the damage they could be doing if they truly wanted to.
It soon dawned on Vespion that this attack, fierce as it was, was nothing more than a test run. The Dark Master was testing them. "Damn this. Even if we win today, there's no way Minbenthac can stand by itself." A sense of anger welled up in the cleric, but he fought on. The Demonbred Dracons stood at the base of the wall, taking shots at the wall guards with their bows and crossbows, but not really attacking. They could have used their catapults, scaling ladders, and siege towers, but they didn't. It was as if they wanted something to happen first, like they were waiting for something. Unknowingly, Adykon would give it to them.
The mercenary lined up some archers to take out the first line of Demonbred soldiers. They weren't attacking yet, so he figured he might as well score some easy kills. "Ready, men! Aim! Fire!" A volley of arrows erupted from the walls of Minbenthac, striking the Demonbred soldiers. The arrows sank deep into the flesh of the first line of the soldiers, but they did not falls. In fact, the injuries only made the Demonbred angrier, fiercer, even excited, as if eager for more blood, more violence, more battle. The sight of blood, even their own blood, awakened the demons within them. The Demonbred began to transform, their eyes glowing red, muscles bulging, fangs growing in their mouths as they let out savage roars. As they transformed, they grew in size, and claws the length of swords emerged from their hands, horns as long as a Dracon's arm erupted from their heads, and their tails grew a poisonous stinger at the end.
This was the goal of Dememoras's attack; to unleash the full potential of his forces.