One of these demons was a hulking Archmage-level warrior with a wicked grin stretched across its face.
Elion's gaze lingered on that one the longest, and for good reason. The creature was massive, easily taller than the others by a full head, with thick black horns curling from its skull and a body covered in dark, armour-like plates that looked more grown than forged.
Its muscles were absurdly dense, and its shoulders were broad enough to block a doorway on their own. The raw pressure rolling from its body was enough to make the crimson flames along the walls bend away from it, as if they were being wisped away by an invisible pressure.
In terms of raw strength alone, this thing probably eclipsed him by quite a margin.
'An arch demon huh…' Elion thought grimly.
A warrior, too, not even a caster. In this situation, that made things worse for him, especially in such an enclosed space. He didn't have enough space to put his best traits to good use.
