Tweek never wanted to see such a thing. He always wanted to stay right where he was, deep in the cozy holes and tunnels where he had always lived. But now it seemed he couldn’t do that, because the sorcerers were sure to send their demon guards after him to drag him back to be killed, and that would be the end of him.
So he climbed and he burrowed and he tunneled his way through rat holes and burrows, not thinking about where he was going, but only trying to get away.
How long he fled through the tunnels, he did not know, but at last he did break free of the ground, and he found himself outside in the city of the sorcerers itself, peering out onto the pavement from the shadow of a hole.
The tiny demon was astonished at all he saw. The pavements were crowded with sorcerers and demons and goblins and trolls and ghouls, and every other kind of terrible creature you can imagine, too. And they all made a huge and horrible din, rocks clacking and drums banging and horns blaring and tortured things screaming in pain.
Tweek blinked at what he saw with eyes that did not comprehend. Everybody, it seemed, was marching, marching, marching away, all toward a huge thing put up against the wall of the volcano where the city had been built.
It was a strange thing that they were all marching to, more enormous than anything the little demon had ever seen, and Tweek had no way to know what it could possibly be (it was a temple, one of three in that dark city, where the empress was, at that very moment, preparing to coronate herself with a stolen crown).
Everybody, it seemed, was marching, marching, marching away…