There were two flaming torches lit in the depths of the inky black underground cellar. A stickly thin demon with a black horn on his forehead and a pair of dark green eyes was holding a little elf girl hostage. There was a sharp bone blade protruding from his hand, resting on the little girl's throat. A thin red line had already been drawn on her skin as the demon looked at Mag's group with a twisted expression.
There were about a dozen or so weapon-wielding orcs and demons behind him, and all of them wore expressions of shock and horror. They didn't know what had happened above the ground, but the fact that these people were able to make it into the underground cellar indicated that their brothers up there had most likely already been wiped out.
What was even more terrifying to them was that their enemies were being led by a lava demon, followed by a human and two little piggies. Behind them was a horde of even more lava demons.
