Xander gritted his teeth, evading an attack from the demon in front of him.
The blow carved a deep furrow in the ground where he had stood a second ago, dust and black energy rising in choking clouds. His lungs burned, his armor hummed with strain, but his eyes never once left Amon in the distance.
The dark figure clashing with Leona and Abellona amidst the storm of blood and steel.
Most of the party was already dead. The battlefield was littered with broken armor, spent mana stones, magic scrolls, broken artifacts and corpses of both demon and man alike.
Only a handful remained fighting Amon.
The wounded dark elf Velora, Abellona fighting desperately, and Leona holding the line with sparks of lightning dancing around her exhausted frame.
Blood trickling down her forehead, though she was relatively fine, as if Amon didn't bother to focus on her.
"Where the hell is Damon."
