The clash of steel and the howls of the damned tore through the veil of ashes that blanketed the province of Sol. Alexander Sulyvhan, his forearms now wielding the twin swords gifted by Loriel, felt a raw power surging through his veins. At his side, the Archangel Loriel floated a few inches above the ground, her sapphire wings vibrating at a frequency that purified the air tainted by demonic mana.
Facing them, Bathym, the Demon Prince of Fear, raised his clawed arm. In his wake, three massive silhouettes emerged from the purple mist: Archdemons, the warrior elite of the Abyss, their stature exceeding three meters. Their skins were plates of obsidian oozing sulfur, and their eyes burned with a sickly green fire.
"So, humanity has found itself a new winged mistress?" sneered Bathym, his voice echoing like a funeral knell. "Archdemons! Bring me their heads. I want the ground of this plain paved with their blood."
