"Camazoooooooooootz!" Thirteen roared as he was blown away by the force of Arkael's sword.
From high above the heavens, the Supreme Commander of the Infernals sneered.
This wasn't the first time he had seen such a heroic act during his world conquests. He'd lost count of heroes who sacrificed whatever they had to save their comrades from death, dying in return.
It was truly a noble sight, but in the end, it didn't matter.
Why?
Because everyone who opposed them died, and the world fell in their hands.
By now, this was the norm among the Infernals. There was simply no way to defy what was inevitable!
A pair of hands caught Thirteen, perfectly catching him. When he turned around, he saw Paimon with tears streaking down her face.
"Calm down, Thirteen," She said as calmly as possible. "We need to focus now."
"… You're right." Thirteen nodded. "Thank you, Paimon."
