Amid the chaos, Seth felt the ground tremble beneath him as shockwaves from the awakened warriors' battle against the demons surged in waves, each explosion sending vibrations up his legs—a reminder of the cataclysmic forces unleashed around him.
His own fights, though dangerous, were on a far smaller scale compared to the awakened ones, who wielded powers he couldn't even dream of. Lacking their supernatural gifts, he knew approaching the demons head-on would be suicide. His strength, though significant, was barely a flicker against the raw might of these titanic beings.
For now, he carved his way through the swarming horde of minor creatures, plunging into the mass whenever he saw an opening. His sword, though not wielded with finesse, struck with unrelenting force, cleaving through creatures with thin skin. Those with tougher hides demanded every ounce of strength he had to bring them down.
