Damien stood in the decayed clearing, his flaming sword casting flickering light across the grotesque figures closing in around him.
Kareeei~
Grrrrrr~
The demons hissed and growled, their disfigured forms illuminated by the fiery glow of his blade.
The atmosphere felt heavy with the stench of decay, and the oppressive aura of demonic essence made the forest more suffocating that it ought to be.
The swarm consisted mostly of Grade Six demons—feral, hulking creatures whose claws glinted with malice.
Interspersed among them were a few Grade Five demons, their auras more menacing, their movements calculated. Damien's sharp eyes caught the difference immediately, but it didn't faze him.
He stood firm, his grip steady on the hilt of his sword. Behind him, Aquila perched on the edge of the battlefield, its golden eyes gleaming as it watched the advancing horde.
