“(Is that…Ifrit’s voice?)” said Anubis as he saw the fight between two fiery auras. “(No, wait. It’s his other self, isn’t it?)”
“(Save that for later, Anubis).” Rhynsa then readied his rifle. “(That Infernal’s not the last of our worries).”
Rhynsa was right. While Anubis saw the ferocious fight between Ifrit and the Infernal unfolding, the other demons, including the corrupted hellhounds, were unfazed by it. Rather, with the Infernal occupied, they turned their attention towards the rest of them. Rhynsa realized that he needed to act first to even the odds. Without warning, he shoot one of the corrupted hellhounds with a revolver he pulled from a holster on his hip. The cleansing bullet in the revolver instantly damaged the hellhound, leaving a massiv
