Meanwhile, amidst the vast throng of knights, a lone figure stood out. A knight with piercing red eyes, Amelia's brother, Archie.
Swung! Thud!
With a mighty swing of his heavy sword, Archie cleaved a demon in two. He then used the flat of his blade to shove another demon back, its body tumbling through the air.
"Ackkk!" The demon roared in agony.
Archie stepped back, creating distance between himself and the remaining foes. "I'm not here to die," he declared, his voice cold and resolute. "I'm here to kill you."
The demons, enraged by Archie's defiance, surged forward, their claws and fangs bared. Archie met their charge with unwavering resolve, his heavy sword a whirlwind of steel as he carved a path through their ranks.
He moved with surprising agility for someone of his size, his movements precise and calculated. Each swing of his sword was a testament to his years of training, his strength and skill honed to a razor's edge.
