"Kakakak! A bunch of ants dare to try to stop this King!" Azrael shouted hysterically, fixing his bloodshot eyes on the group.
Magnus, on the other hand, stood firmly at the forefront. The five of them, in a tacit agreement of glances, finalized their plan of action. The word "retreat" did not exist in their vocabulary; to retreat meant certain death later on.
"Do you think you—scum from an inferior kingdom—can take me on? Kekekek
"YOU THINK SO!!"
Without uttering a single word, the group surrounded him, attacking him from different directions. The demon's deranged laughter continued to echo in the void, but Erwing didn't give him time to enjoy it: he lunged forward and delivered a lethal thrust imbued with lightning magic.
"Arg!"—a roar of pure revulsion escaped the monster's mouth as it was pierced.
"Now!" roared Magnus.
At the same time, the other four attacked, each unleashing their arsenal of battle-honed skills.
BAM! BANG! BOOM!
