At this distance, Genie could hear him clearly, and made eye contact with him.
A voice appeared in his head.
'Master Astaroth! You are finally back! Not a moment too soon, too.'
Astaroth was stunned wordless for a moment.
'You can talk now?!' Astaroth asked in his head.
But seeing as the fight was intense, and she was wounded, he brushed aside his question and dashed into combat.
Pulling out Ad Astra, Astaroth changed it to a sword-whip form, going for flexibility as he dove through the enemies, unsure whether the monsters that looked uncorrupted would attack him or not.
But the further in he pushed, slashing his sword in arcs, cutting deep wounds into the enemies, he was yet to get attacked by any monster not seething with demonic energy.
Astaroth thought his dance of arcing slashes would help the monsters beat back the corrupted forces. But he rapidly understood something.
