Ashton stood in the midst of the Netherworld, his eyes surveying the two Demon Emperors and the Demon King before him. They towered over him, their twisted, demonic features a testament to the Ancient Demon's corruptive power.
Ashton could sense the immense strength radiating off his foes, and he knew this would be no easy fight. The demons were blessed by the power of the Ancient Demons, making them incredibly strong but also completely insane. They would fight without reason or mercy, driven only by their insatiable bloodlust.
Taking a deep breath, Ashton steadied himself and raised his staff, readying himself for battle. The air around him crackled with magic as he began to chant an incantation, his voice low and steady.
