It wasn't dead, but the demon had clearly lost that last exchange.
Enraged, He no longer held back .. relying now on nothing but its monstrous instincts.
He's next scream shook the ground itself .. forcing Frey and Oliver to cover their ears before the pressure burst their eardrums.
The demon wanted only one thing now: both of them dead.
Adopting its feral form, the demon clasped his hands together .. and the sky above began to quake.
Its shadows came from darkness .. and the night sky itself was now the perfect source of power.
Frey's eyes widened as he and Oliver looked up ..
The heavens had split open above them.
And from that rift…
A colossal black hand descended like a meteor, threatening to crush them .. and everything around them.
"This is insane…"
How was he supposed to stop something like that?
Frey's thoughts froze.
"Stay focused! We're still on the battlefield!"
Oliver's voice snapped him out of it.
