The gravelling groan of the large, iron doors probably alerted demons from miles around that the old Orașul Sângelui castle had been opened. Moreso, the demon squatters inside of it immediately rallied toward the noise as the proverbial fighting bell rang throughout the cloistered, vaulted halls.
Like a castle under siege, everyone poured into the entrance and fanned out throughout the Grand Hall, immediately engaging in a brawl with the creatures that had occupied it. Like some horrific hostel, it housed a variety of demons that dripped down from the buttresses and rushed out of shadowed corners.
Within this haze of combat, Tate was completely immersed within the bloodbath. Slaughtering any demon who dared face-off with him in a scourge of sadistic punishment, he disjointed, dismembered
