The remaining guards and demons froze in horror.
The air reeked of blood, fear, and burnt flesh. Several human soldiers stumbled backward, their faces turned pale instantly, and their weapons started trembling in their hands.
"H-How… What are you…?" one of them stammered.
Aurora turned her gaze toward the speaker. Her red eyes were no longer playful or seductive, but instead were cold and completely disgusted.
"Weaklings."
THRUUUM!
The killing intent radiating from her was suffocating.
A wave of panic spread through the ranks.
More demons surged forward from the inner gates, mid-tier demons this time, snarling and roaring as they sensed the death of their comrades.
One particularly large demon with six arms and burning crimson eyes stepped forward, its voice like grinding stones.
"You will pay for this, witch!"
It charged at her with terrifying speed, all six arms forming massive shadowy fists.
To this, Aurora simply raised her hand again and slighly curled her fingers.
