Just like the dead Gavin, the Demon raised the Folding Blade and pierced its own heart, twisting the handle to shred the heart completely, then exerting force again, fell backward, pinning itself firmly to the ground.
The impaled Demon started twitching violently. It craved blood and flesh, yet was pinned to the ground by the Folding Blade. It tried to pull it out, but it was thrust too deeply; no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free, just like a pitiful insect, desperately flailing its limbs until the blood soaked into the water.
No one noticed the demise of this Demon; everyone's attention was overshadowed by the hope of survival, wielding any weapon they could to fight off the Demons trying to breach the fortress.
When the Folding Blade broke, they picked up the metal remnants. Once they shattered, they resorted to fists; if their arms broke, they would bite, and having lost all, they fell into the water, cursing everything with their dying breath.
