Chapter Fifteen
My Guardians kill dozens of surprised demons before the rest of the horde notice that they’re under attack. Smoke is rising from the battle line closest to us where Aodh is conjuring a wall of fire that slowly pushes forwards. It’s drifting towards us and the smell of burned demon fills my nose. It’s probably the most disgusting thing I’ve ever smelled.
In the distance, balls of ice are raining down from the sky, carried through the air by gusts Storm is creating. On the other side of the battlefield, several demons have begun to attack their own ranks. That must be Arc’s doing.
It’s chaos, but that’s exactly what we want. This isn’t about killing as many demons as possible just now. It’s about identifying which demons are the strong ones, the ones we need to look out fo
