Skin was ripped apart, blood splattered onto the ground. Bones cracked and bodies fell. More and more, the air was being filled by the smell of burnt flesh and hair, while the histerical, panicking screams became less and less.
But just when Eiro was about to rip into a corpse because it was still twitching a bit, the Demon noticed something else. The sound of metal rubbing against metal became louder, and in general there were a lot of footsteps suddenly approaching him. With a broad grin on his face, Eiro turned toward the source to indulge in the buffet of experience currently approaching him.
