With the death of the Iron Armor Demon, this lengthy battle seemed to have reached a conclusion, as the majority of demons were slain in that suffocating skirmish. Only a few demons remained, gasping in the corners, but given their current numbers, they were unlikely to change the tide of battle.
The Purification Mechanism had won, though it was a rather bitter victory.
Percival's armor was completely immobilized, with sparks flickering through the gaps in the steel. Ensuring safety, command was handed over to Red Falcon, who darted out and forcefully pried at the deformed plate armor with a Folding Blade.
"Give me a hand!"
Red Falcon's face turned red from exertion, but no matter how hard he tried, the steel remained unmoved.
"Let me do it."
