Brutus and Prince Kuzma stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a deadly stare.
The air around them crackled with tension as the two of them prepared to engage in battle.
Brutus gripped his massive battle axe tightly, feeling the weight of it in his hand as he eyed the demon warily.
He had thankfully managed to recover his axe moments prior, and without it, things would've been extremely difficult for him.
Fwap!
The Prince spread its wings wide, revealing its imposing height and lanky build. Its eyes glinted with an eerie light, and its lips twisted into a wicked grin.
"I have to admit, I severely underestimated you, Brutus."
Prince Kuzma sneered.
"But that's still far from enough. You'd be delusional if you thought that my city would fall to the likes of you orcs."
Brutus said nothing, but he felt a surge of anger rising within him.
