With a silent nod between them, the twins knew that it was time to engage. Bane stepped forward, his blade gleaming with a lethal sheen.
He swung his sword with expert precision, each strike enhanced by his mastery of Aura manipulation.
The demons that crossed his path found their bodies cleaved apart with horrifying ease.
Kane's eyes glowed with a brilliance born of arcane power. He raised his hands, and the winds responded to his command.
A swirling vortex of air enveloped the demons, lifting them off the ground and spinning them in a disorienting dance of death.
The air crackled with intensity as blades of winds arced through the tempest, reducing demons to smouldering husks.
Amidst the chaos, Abaddon's gaze was drawn to the twins' display of power. A sinister grin spread across his lips, revealing jagged fangs.
The clash of demons and humans, the battlefield became a gruesome tableau of death and destruction.
