Lancelot turned his head to look in the direction Letisha had pointed, his gaze not lingering on the succubus's retreating figure.
The approaching line of demons gave him an unusual feeling, and Lancelot quickly realized the problem: the group was quite orderly, its members all silent and serious, reminding him of seasoned soldiers, amongst whom he once counted himself.
The most eye-catching among the group were six demons enveloped in flames. Lancelot knew they were Fireburn Demons, creatures that had failed in their attempts to advance to the rank of Flame Demon. Their bodies were like emaciated humans, with ragged wings sprouting from their backs. Except for the parts near the spine, the wings were all bone. Without the power of magic, such wings would likely be incapable of flight.
