"BURN!" With a deafening roar, the general swung his blade downward, unleashing an arc of flame that tore through the battlefield.
The ground beneath the attack scorched instantly, turning to molten slag as the 100 meters arc surged toward the hunter.
Quill didn't flinch. His glowing eyes narrowed, and in one practiced motion, he unsheathed his katana.
White lightning crackled along the blade's edge as he swung upward, releasing an arc of energy to meet the oncoming flames.
The two forces collided in midair with a thunderous explosion, so bright it turned night into day for a brief moment.
Shockwave from the clash obliterated every devil within close range, their bodies disintegrating instantly.
The ground split apart, and the once-darkened battlefield became a scorched wasteland, steam and ash rising into the air.
As the light faded, Quill stood his ground, sparks of white electricity dancing along his body.
