The first wave hit like a black tide against stone.
Thousands of demons surged up the walls using ladders, grappling hooks, sheer climbing strength. Their war cries shook the air – inhuman shrieks mixed with organized battle commands.
Damien didn't wait for them to reach the top.
He jumped.
Thirty feet down into the seething mass of demons, shadows cushioning his landing, exploding outward on impact.
Twenty demons died in the first second.
His shadow blades formed mid-fall, extending from his hands like extensions of will. They cut through demonic flesh with surgical precision – throats, hearts, the gaps in armor where death came quickest.
[DEMONS SLAIN x20]
[SHADOW COMPREHENSION: Level 49.2]
[CORRUPTION: 30.3%]
More demons rushed him. He moved like water through their ranks, each motion flowing into the next without wasted movement.
Duck. Spin. Shadow spear through a demon's eye.
Pivot. Shadow tendril wrapping around a throat, crushing.
