Terror descended on us.
Nightmarish screeches and terrifying wails pierced the night air as the horde of demons fell down from the sky like a grotesque version of rain. Lyana stayed by the old man's side, protecting him from the demons with her glowing shield. Magat and I bolted forward, weapons raised to meet the wave of darkness.
I swung my sword toward the closest attacker, cutting its head off. Its body thumped to the ground, blood spraying everywhere. Its blood drenched my chest. I smashed my blade into its torso, ripping out its insides. It writhed in agony as its ichor poured onto the wet sand, creating a dark puddle that ran down the water. Magat moved in to finish the job. He aimed for the same spot. His right gauntlet crushed the creature's torso and its body exploded in a foun
