Demons, there are demons everywhere in sight.
Bola's mood had shifted from terrible to numb. Initially finding the situation daunting, now his mind was empty, relying solely on instinctive counterattacks.
Thankfully, the sea of fire blocked most of the demons' advance, alleviating tremendous pressure, yet the threat still loomed.
A swift dark shadow flashed before his eyes. The Weapon Master raised his sword to block, only to hear the piercing clash as metal cuts against metal, immediately followed by a burst of spreading steam.
The Weapon Master fell back, his steps staggering, his sword suddenly pierced downward into the puddled water, barely stabilizing himself.
Bola looked up. Reflected on the cracked blade was the wounded Weapon Master, and before Bola stood the Iron Armor Demon.
