Dozens of the Daemons hauled themselves out of the lava, their glowing yellow eyes locking instantly onto Sebastian and Valerie.
"Okay, the welcoming committee is here," Sebastian muttered, casually stepping slightly in front of Valerie to ensure she remained perfectly within his protective aura.
"There are too many of them, Seattle," Valerie warned, her translucent form tensing. "Your physical sync is dropping. You can't just punch your way through a Level 85 army in a hostile environment while protecting my tether."
"I don't have to," Sebastian smirked, a dark, terrifying confidence bleeding through his voice.
He looked around at the towering spires. He looked at the trillions of armed, traumatized souls currently chained to the iron, watching the Daemons approach.
Sebastian didn't draw his Earth Sword. He didn't summon the [Law of Rotting Gravity].
