As much as he loved the town, Jadran had to admit that it wasn't always the most convenient place. Demons tended to love the heat of deserts, which made sure his job was never done. Luckily, the town was too small for Hell to really try and claim back, so he never had to deal with full on battles. Whenever he saw the abominations, he got personally offended. After all, he personally helped liberate the town, and he would be damned if they were going to take it back. Up ahead, there was a group of them - Low tier, barely worth his time. He wasn't even sure if they had sentience, or if they were just mindless slaves for the higher ups. He would even feel a bit bad about killing them, and thought about just sending them back to hell in some binds. But that would require getting deeper into their territory, which he didn't feel safe doing. He killed them well before they had a chance to strike back, and the action sent a pillar of light up into the sky and a small wave on energy to be released, only managing to kick up some dust. It must have been a common sight by now, especially in areas like this.