The dwarven kings weren't faring any better. The demon they had overwhelmed before now fought with monstrous ferocity. Their enchanted weapons clashed with demon, and for every powerful strike they delivered, the demons countered with even greater strength. Sparks and explosions of elemental energy filled the air, turning the battlefield into a chaotic storm of power.
Not planning to indulge further, Cervic almost growled as he took a firm stance, planting his foot tightly to the ground. Tightening his grip on his black sword, he held his stance as energy gathered around him. Dark and white energy swirled around his body, the ground beneath him cracking as his power surged, seemingly doubling in an instant. With a single slash, he sent a crescent-shaped wave of destruction toward the tentacle-necked demon, the attack moving horizontal to the ground. The attack tore through the air as it raced toward its target.
