Their goal wasn't to defeat the enemy.
It was to survive this battle.
Erkigal couldn't fully grasp his intent, but she could tell that Souta wasn't the type to fight without a plan. His eyes carried purpose—cold, calculating purpose.
"Stay alert for ambushes," Souta said. "Those demons must be hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike."
He was certain of it. The demons had instigated this war—they wouldn't simply stand by and watch. The only explanation was that they were already here, lurking within the chaos, manipulating the armies from the shadows.
"Let's go."
A crimson surge exploded from Souta's body. His aura spiraled like a storm, shaking the air as he underwent his Released Form in a single motion. The sky dimmed under the pressure, the ground beneath him fracturing from the force.
His normal form wouldn't be enough—not against twenty-two Hero-rank experts.
"Don't hold back!" Souta roared, his voice thundering across the battlefield. "Kill them all!"
