The battlefield was a whirlpool of chaos, with deadly spells tearing through the air and the scent of blood permeating every breath. Demons fell in droves under the relentless assault of the sorcerers, though the cost was not without human casualties.
Andrew continued moving through the fray with deadly efficiency, his Shadow Fang dagger glinting with each precise strike. His Valkyrie spirit body absorbed the fate and origin energy from the fallen enemies, fueling his determination.
As he dispatched yet another enemy, another towering rank-one demon with a long tail lunged at him, swinging a massive axe. Andrew dodged to the side with agility, countering with a leap and a swift slash of his dagger aimed at its neck.
The demon howled in pain, collapsing under his repeated dagger attacks. With sixteen kills now to his name, Andrew paused to catch his breath, his senses still on high alert.
