"Dammit, John! You are out of your goddamn mind!! Yet luck is on our side, hahaha!"
Ricky's frantic laughter cut through the chaos of the battlefield. The past half-hour had been a high level of madness. The moment the Demons had surged forward to engage the draconic illusions
John had woven into the ground, and the sky, and the landscape had descended into a literal hellscape. By weaving his Remote Access Trojan through the lower ranks, John had turned brother against brother.
The first strike was the most shocking. A wingless Demon warrior had suddenly spun around, burying his axe into the spine of the comrade he had been joking with seconds ago.
The Demons halted, their red eyes widening in absolute confusion as dozens of their own kind began a brutal massacre within their own ranks without any warning or reason.
