S - Class TAG Mission

[GSM]

No heroes would be permitted to stand against the Obelisk of the End.
The demonic horde that lays in wait of the Obelisk's clutches would begin to grow, mutate, change.
Demons of all shapes and sizes, spectres of humanoid figures, and undead warriors would all begin to raise from the shadows.
Children of mortal flesh, sons of man, hero-aspirants, long-traveled warriors, foreigners fighting for this very land, one and all- none would be allowed to stand against the Obelisk.

Not while the Owldrake still lives.

The battle against the Owldrake proper wouldn't begin for some time, but the base camps around the corpse of Vdalion would be constantly plagued with spectres and lesser demons, an endless force of the fel that would charge into the fray and attack those that sought to wrong their master.
A cause beyond themselves, dying for a love of their Archon.
To die for the cause of the Archdemon, Na'Ria, was to die an exalted death.

Life-force and mana in the area warbled as the day of battle soon encroached.
The coming of the Grey washed over the world in a blazing inferno of pure ether, a warning rocking the minds of those who came close.
The Owldrake's statement came in a haze of whispers, its demonic visage visible from the direction of the Obelisk's highest point, as a mirage.

"So young, so foolish, and so daring.
So willing to die for a cause that lesser sons of man couldn't accomplish in more than a decade.
So ready to leave everything behind for something that stands so far away from everything you love and care for.

Do you not realize the danger you're facing?
Call me evil all you wish, younglings.
Say what you will of me, though you know nothing of mine nature, as you know nothing of yours.

But you encroach upon mine territory, aiming to take from me as if your visage of heroism was anything but naivety.
I will make a mountain of bodies from you all, should you continue to wrong me.
Until your world is glass.
Until you realize that your lives are evil, as well.

To live is to be evil.
And I will be the villain that you wish for me to be, if that is how you wish to meet your End."

The forces of Skarnfel, one and all, would stand tall.
There would be no breakage, there would be no remorse.
Morale was high.

Na'Ria had been too soft in recent years.
This was due to change.

Not in due time.
Now.

Objective: 

Rout the invaders.

Destroy their morale.