Kevin and Kaya moved swiftly to the front, their weapons shimmering with elemental energy coursing through them. They exchanged a glance, their resolve clear—this was their battle to win.
Kevin dashed toward one of the figures cloaked in black. Its face, pale and emotionless, peeked out from under the hood. These demons lacked the distinct horns that adorned their more powerful kin, marking them as weakest by demonic standards.
But weaker was a relative term for demons. Even low-ranking demons possessed strength and agility far beyond that of an average awakened individual of the same rank. Their movements were sharp and feral.
The demon in front of Kevin lunged. It's claws already in motion aiming for Kevin throat. Kevin with his body trained in martial arts tilted his body to the side and thrusted his fist towards the demon's side.
