The battlefield was drenched in blood and dust, the air thick with the oppressive weight of Mammonis's King's Presence.
Bjorn and Damius circled the towering demon, their bodies worn but their resolve unshaken. Damius, despite his missing left arm, showed no hesitation—his remaining hand clenched into a steel-breaking fist. Bjorn, his battle axes stained crimson, locked his gaze on Mammonis' grotesque form, searching for an opening.
Mammonis sneered, his demonic sword pulsing with dark energy. "You insects persist... but your struggle is meaningless." His words can be understood but still in a guttural voice.
Then he lunged.
His blade sliced through the air with terrifying speed, forcing both warriors on the defensive.
Bjorn dodged left, feeling the gust of wind from the near miss graze his cheek. Damius ducked under another vicious strike, his muscles screaming from the effort. Mammonis moved with unnatural agility, his wings flaring as he took to the air.
Then—he dived.
