The five Archdemons radiated a pitch-black mana of prodigious density, triggering a seismic shock that brought the surrounding ruins crashing down. The metaphysical pressure became instantly unbearable; several human warriors collapsed to their knees, their lungs seared by the toxicity of pure demonic energy. These were Archdemons, but their stature and the aura they exuded were several times greater than those Sulyvhan had just cut down. Their skins were no longer simple obsidian but seemed forged from abyssal metal that absorbed Loriel's light, and their eyes, a deep crimson, fixed the Emperor with murderous intent.
Sulyvhan gripped his twin swords, already analyzing the force vectors of these new threats. The blades in his hands vibrated as if eager to bathe in demon blood.
