Garion led the group forward at a steady pace, his hands behind his back like he was taking a walk rather than invading a demon world.
Ahead of them, the demon city loomed in the distance, its dark towers cutting into the red sky.
On the way there, demons kept appearing.
Small ones. Thin ones. Some rushed out screaming. Some tried to ambush from behind rocks.
None of them lasted long.
Dahlia moved at the front, her expression bright and relaxed.
Her hands shifted into sharp dragon claws as she swung them down again and again.
"Too slow," she said cheerfully, slashing through another demon.
A burst of sky-colored energy followed her movements, tearing the demon apart before it could even scream.
Behind her, Eliza stepped forward quietly.
One demon managed to slip past Dahlia, its claws reaching out wildly.
Eliza's body blurred.
The demon froze.
A moment later, its head dropped to the ground without a sound.
