Liam's shadowy armor pulsed faintly, reflecting his unstable myst reserves. Around him, solidified shadowy projectiles hovered ominously. The demons, still exuding confidence, licked their lips, preparing to attack.
"Come then, human," the older demon growled, his voice dripping with malice. "Let's see what that pretty armor can do before we carve you apart."
With a roar, the demons launched themselves at Liam, their claws cracking with blood–red myst as they conjured vicious weapons on blood. Swords, whips, and jagged spears erupted from their bodies.
Liam didn't hesitate. With a sharp gesture, he sent his shadow projectiles hurling toward the oncoming demons. The spears of darkness streaked through the air, forcing the demons to break their charge and dodge. One of the projectiles grazed the younger demon's shoulder, leaving a deep smoking would that hissed with dark energy.
