Legend picked up his assault rifle from the side and rolled to his back to aim at the approaching hellhound. Aside from one low growl, he didn't hear any other noise that the people or this hellhound had made. Could it be that he was being dragged into an illusory realm?
"Illusory realms are for cowards." The hellhound spoke with the voice of a regal woman. "Tell me, young man, do you wish to live? You're fighting for the losing side, and so the value of your life will be reduced to dirt. However, if you do us a favor, you might be spared."
"That's stupid. All demons are supposed to be on just one side, and yet you had defected from your own kind. How am I supposed to believe the words of a traitor?" Legend sat up, the gun still steadily pointed at the hellhound's face. "If you want to kill me, do it if you can."
