"They're not stopping!" he growled, slicing through another fiend, its body crumbling to the ground in pieces. His gaze flicked to the torn bodies of the knights, their remains scattered across the room, and his jaw clenched. "Damn it."
Sylus swung his greatsword in a wide arc, decapitating three fiends in one swing, but even he couldn't hold them back forever. "We can't fight them all!" he shouted, his breath labored. "We need to get out of here!"
But there was no escape—the monsters had already surrounded them. The fiends pressed in from all sides, their jaws snapping, their claws reaching. They were trapped in the heart of the ruined church, a battlefield soaked in blood and corruption.
