As Skylark made his way through the dimly lit corridors of the hotel's ground floor, every step echoed softly against the worn linoleum floor. His senses were on high alert, his sharp yellow eyes darting around the surroundings for any sign of a demon. Moonlight filtered through shattered windows, casting long shadows that seemed to wave from sided to side across the dilapidated walls.
Suddenly, a collection of guttural growls echoed through the hallway, signaling the approach of demons. Skylark narrowed his gaze, adjusting his glasses. With a focused gaze, he watched as a horde of grotesque demons charged towards him, their twisted forms illuminated by the dim moonlight.
Without hesitation, Skylark streched out his hand and unlished his gravity manipulation ability, channeling his energy into a powerful instatinous force that crushed the demons to the ground with a deafening thud.
"They just keep coming," he mumbled his yellow mana swirling around his body.
