At the Demon's Whereabout
The few surviving demons from the Blackstone Village attack limped through the dark tunnels, their bodies battered and scorched.
Their claws scraped against the stone floor as they dragged themselves before their master.
At the center of the cavern, was the Shadow Disciple.
The survivors dropped to their knees, trembling. None dared to meet his gaze.
"You return…" The Shadow Disciple asked.
"Yet the village still stands. Humans live. And those little heroes that you couldn't kill even one of them. My orders…were disobeyed." said shadow disciple.
"What shall I tell my master if you fail my mission?", shouted.
"M-Master, we tried. The Arcadia students…they were stronger than expected. They—"
Before he could finish, a sudden whoosh of black energy sliced through the air.
SLASH!
The demon's words ended in a gurgle as his body disintegrated into ash, leaving only a charred mark on the ground.
The other demons recoiled in terror.
