Akira and his squad were running in the western direction.
Koi's eyes lit up. "They're coming."
Up ahead, an enormous mob of demonic soldiers were marching forward, accompanied by Pythia, who was sitting atop her throne. She grinned. "Such sweet little children... are you all ready to die?"
Akira clapped his hands. The sword on his back split into three, the two extra swords landing in his hands.
Yukio glared ahead. He smiled. "Fumiko."
Fumiko looked at him. "Hm?"
Yukio cracked the knuckles on his right hand. "How long has it been since we've been on a mission like this?"
Fumiko's expression turned into a bloodlusted grin. "Too long."
Pythia's eyes glowed. "Hm. Half of my soldiers..."
Yukio outstretched his arm. "Ex Machina!!"
Ten chains shot out of Yukio's sleeve at the speed of sound. As they traveled across the rock, the air around them ripped up the ground.
Fumiko tightened her lips and blew out a thin stream of orange fire. "Gentle Fire."
