The front line, a desolation zone where demonic mana saturated the air with a smell of sulfur and ash, was normally the stage for a pitiless war of attrition between Asmodeus's legions and those of Abaddon. Until now, the Archdemon Balac, General of the Borders, had rarely needed to leave his office to repel enemy incursions, his lieutenants managing to maintain a precarious balance. But this time, the balance had been broken by an anomaly that had completely destroyed the enemy lines: a mortal with long silver hair.
In the midst of the tumult of blades shattering against demonic carapaces, as Abaddon's troops began a disorderly retreat after being decimated, Klein had no intention of letting them escape.
With an athletic leap, he propelled his body toward a pile of smoking corpses, using the putrid remains of a major demon as a springboard.
He spotted the enemy rearguard and activated his technique:
