The Ice demon towered above the endless hordes of scions in mocking defiance, so confident in its victory that it had refrained from taking to the field. Its sixth-level aura continually rolled across the battlefield, exerting pressure on the soldiers, who, lost in the depths of the mist, was unable to even identify the looming threat. Not only that, but the presence of its powerful magic was felt in every crevasse of the mountain. Scions and evolved demons trampled their own kind, mad in the flood of Infernal Mana charging their veins.