The sky split with a deafening roar as a cloack demon and Veythar swooped down, blackened wings tearing through clouds, ash and embers scattering over the battlefield. Its four clawed arms raked the ground, sending soldiers flying. The generals braced themselves instantly.
The summoner were panting, "We'll have our freedom." Before collapsing.
From the battlefield, a rough, triumphant cheer rises. The male demons roared in exhilaration, pounding their weapons against the ground. "Ha! We're still alive! We're still fighting!"
Kael yells to the nearby soldiers, sweat and soot on his face. "Enough screwing around with them! Tie up the summoners and deal with the leftovers!"
"Eyes up!" Kael Draven bellowed, raising his molten greatsword as he sprinted forward. "Don't let that thing get away!"
"Miren!" Ravenn called.
"Sir?" Miren replied.
"Help the soldiers. We'll take care of that beast." Ravenn commanded.
