Elion's presence was like that of a reaper.
Death, carnage, and chaos followed wherever he moved. Of course, more and more people were bound to notice.
A coalition soldier nearby froze in place for half a second as he watched that happen, his face paling beneath his helmet. "What the hell…" he breathed, and he was not the only one noticing.
As the seconds passed, the area around Elion started to change.
At first, it was hard to notice in the sheer confusion of battle, but little by little, a rough twenty-metre radius around him began to feel… different.
It was isolated and empty in a way that the rest of the battlefield was not.
Every time he moved, that circle moved with him, and everywhere he went, demons died so quickly and so brutally that none of them stayed standing long enough to form a proper press around him.
That patch of earth became a moving dead zone, and everyone, human and demon alike, began to feel it even if they could not yet explain it.
