Kyrian's entrance had brought a new surge of energy to the battle. With calculated grace, the young demi-human had taken down a variant demon on her own, reducing their numbers to four. But these four were no ordinary foes.
Cliff could feel the tension rising. These demons had disorienting abilities, making every offensive maneuver both complex and dangerous. They allowed no respite, forcing the trio to constantly adapt. The situation demanded flawless strategy, perfect coordination, and unwavering trust.
Positioned on the left flank, Rakahn wielded his khopeshes with deadly precision. His blades sliced through the air, parrying the sneaky strikes of his opponent. However, the demon he faced was much more than a simple swordsman. It manipulated the earth as if it were an extension of its body. Spikes erupted from the ground, barriers formed in an instant, and rocky projectiles hurtled toward him.
