Even as the battle raged on, two of the demon imps had taken shelter behind a diminutive sand dune, using its meager elevation to shield themselves from the relentless onslaught of flaming arrows.
Amidst the ceaseless back-and-forth of attacks from both sides, streaks of incandescent, fire-tinged light rent the sky asunder, painting a vivid tableau of chaos and destruction.
Not far behind Limon, the mercenaries who had only recently fled from the front lines stood rooted to the spot, their eyes wide with astonishment as they beheld the thick pall of fire and explosions ahead. Though they knew not when or how this cataclysm had been unleashed, they were certain it bore some connection to the two figures they had encountered earlier.
Who could these individuals be? To stand toe-to-toe with dozens of fire elemental monstrosities was no mean feat. Surely, they must be counted among the most formidable adventurers in these lands.
"Laugh!"
