Relief was a fleeting luxury in the Abyss. No sooner had the echo of the demon's demise faded than the ground trembled again. Two more Abysmal Demons lumbered into view, their forms mirroring the one Alex had just vanquished. Their six eyes, devoid of pupils, glowed with a malevolent hunger.
Alex cursed under his breath. He hadn't anticipated reinforcements. But despair was a weapon he wouldn't wield. He straightened his spine, a flicker of steel returning to his eyes. "Two more puppets to play with," he muttered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
Silveria materialized once more in his hand, the weight of it reassuring in his weakened state. He wouldn't let these new arrivals deter him. He had faced down one, he could face down two. This time, however, he wouldn't rely solely on surprise.
