With the arrival of Alphox, the [Primordial Shadow Dragon], and Astolf, the [Undead King], a flicker of confidence surged through Alex's chest.
They weren't as strong as he was, and he knew for a fact that if either of them faced the Hatred Demon head-on, they wouldn't last long.
But right now, their presence alone made him feel just a little more secure.
That security, however, didn't last long.
SWASH! SLAP!
The [Hell Abomination] lashed out with its massive flesh tendrils, whipping them toward the three warriors who had gathered atop its grotesque form.
The attacks were relentless, thick masses of muscle and flesh slamming into themselves in an attempt to crush them.
But none of them were slow enough to be caught.
Alex had already predicted the attack, so he moved before it even arrived, twisting his body to the side and dashing across the air with the power of his wings.
