Alexander's blade sliced through a demon's chest, the blood absorbed into Eien, as its broken cries bellowed into the surroundings, all demons now focusing on him alone.
He could feel the sheer might of each demon, only slightly below his own, as his left hand began to distort, using his nails as claws to rend their faces, tear out their eyes and devour them like a secret snack to recover his stamina, blood and dirty goo oozing from his lips, like a succulent delicacy, reminiscent of snails in his world.
'Damn it!'
Another died.
He lost another Gula, her body torn to shreds by a mass of demons, his body launching to the spot, the wind like his enemy trying to slow his advance, its warm lashes causing the sands to grind his face, before he landed beside the fallen Vestas body, still breathing but he couldn't save her, as Eien pierced through her chest.
Her eyes filled with delight and joy at him being the one to kill her.
