The tip of my sword gleamed in the dim light, mere inches from the demon's core—then, out of nowhere, a blast of decaying energy hit me from the side. I cursed under my breath and leaped back, narrowly avoiding the follow-up strike from the ice demon. My attack had failed, and now the decay demon had joined the fray, forcing me to retreat.
I clicked my tongue in frustration, gripping my sword tightly as I recalculated my next move. The two demons were working together—smart, but it meant I'd have to adjust my strategy. Their coordination was impressive, but predictable in its simplicity. They were relying on brute strength and elemental dominance. All I had to do was outthink them.
