The devils fell one after another to Arad's blade; it didn't matter how powerful their curses were, none of them had the basic stats to match. They matched his speed, but failed to produce enough power to harm him.
They matched his power, but sadly were too slow to catch him.
They outnumbered him, but their numbers only made them easier to cut in bulk.
Arad was winning, his sword flashed left and right at blinding speed, cutting through flesh and bone alike, not even curses and magic survived the sharp edge of his dark sword.
Euri had spent two thousand years in this world training and empowering the devils to fight Arad, but even with all of that, they were rapidly failing to keep up.
The devils tried to find openings in Arad's moves, but found nothing, not because his skills were perfect, but because Arad kept changing his move set.
