A running river paradise and its harmless inhabitants were perishing in the wrathful wake of a greedy demon horde.

Patton Burgess, in a gaseous form, suggests some truly desperate ideas to oppose the demon horde.

The demon horde filled the mouth of the pass, standing motionless, their eyes on the 300 crimson-cloaked warriors who barred their path to the light.

He turned away and walked back to the demon horde.

The demon hordes created an awful cacophony as they went away.

Alone and frightened, holding the others to her as the sky turns to brimstone and the howling demon horde closes in.

So we're possessed by a demon horde, now?

The demon horde stirred, weapons lifted as one, and a maddened howl broke from the army's collective throat.

The multiple stations in the realm where that demon horde was kept, sealed away, implied many, many more compartments than the ones they had come through.

Even without the problem of the fire level and the wall-to-wall demon horde in the switching station, we'd have no food, nothing to sustain us.