In the vast, ochre-hued world of whirling sand before him, a multitude of lights flickered and danced in the distance, their approach rapid and menacing.
With a deft sweep of his right hand, Limon sent a streak of inky black light hurtling into the ground. The earth beside him fissured and split open, and from the searing crevices emerged a towering, crimson figure, nearly two meters in height.
[Demon Imp:
Level :21
Strength: 31
Agility: 29
Stamina: 34
Intelligence: 47
Spirit: 49
Magic value: 2000/2000
Skills: Fire Arrow, Fireball]
At Limon's behest, the demon imp let loose a guttural bellow that reverberated through the air.
"Rakka, Rakka!" it cried, hefting its bone staff aloft and launching a blazing arrow of fire. The incandescent projectile cut through the turbulent air, hurtling towards a nearby fire elemental monstrosity.
