By the time Alex arrived, the sun was beginning to set, casting a fiery glow across the desert. The Demons here were the most organised, the most dangerous, but Alex didn't hesitate.
He charged into their ranks, his sword cutting through them like a storm.
They fought back with a desperation born of fear, but it wasn't enough.
Alex was unstoppable. His blade flashed in the dying light, slicing through armour and flesh, leaving no Demon standing.
When the final Red Demon fell, Alex stood over its body, panting heavily. His arms ached, his muscles burning from the day's battles, but he didn't stop.
He had one last task to complete.
He made his way to the final cache of Celestial Orbs, hidden beneath a pile of rubble at the back of the Demon stronghold.
Carefully, he gathered the orbs, feeling the planet's energy pulsing through them.
With the last of the fragments in his possession, Alex turned his gaze toward the horizon.
