It has been ten days since the battle started. The changes in them were unimaginable: their bodies flowed like silk into fluid motions on the battlefield, a seamless dance among the waves of demons, each swing higher and more precise than before. With every thrust, it was as if demons crumpled into paper, their numbers dwindling with each passing moment.
With flaming determination in her eyes, the youngest sister plunged headlong into the horde with a flame-wreathed blade. She cut through demons with a flicking motion as if they were but shades. With a triumphant whoop, she cleaved a demon's head clean off; its severed head rolled on the ground like a discarded fruit.
"I just can't believe I'm so strong!" she exclaimed, her voice full of vigor as the thrill of battle surged in her veins.
