A city of everlasting night.
Now tainted with the hue and decadent scent of blood.
The earth shook, the world trembled.
With a grunt, Allen raised his shield above his head, blocking a terrible blow from a large Devil with four arms and a barbed tongue that viciously struck from on high.
Blocking another blow, he dashing in quickly, delivering a swift stab into the Devil's chest with his glaive.
A tremendous amount of mana exploded from the blade of the weapon, turning the Devil's internal organs into mush in a moment.
Amidst its dying thoes, the Devil struck out furiously, trying to drag him down to hell too.
Allen's eyes were as cold as blocks of solid ice.
With a single stroke, he mercilessly struck down with his glaive, splitting the Devil's head down from its forehead to its chin.
It was a gruesome sight. Black blood and brain matter splattered all over his armor.
