The battlefield trembled under Daemon's unleashed fury.
Caius wiped blood from his mouth, his breathing ragged. The poisonous mist that once protected him now thinned under the weight of Daemon's growing demonic aura.
"This... wasn't supposed to happen," Caius muttered, stumbling backward.
Daemon stepped forward, Nyxtriel humming darkly in his hand. His crimson eyes burned hotter than the sun, and every footstep cracked the ground beneath him.
"You had your chance, mage," Daemon growled, his voice low and deadly. "Now it's my turn."
Caius panicked. His hands blurred as he created another barrier of poisoned vines and toxic shields, layers upon layers of defense. Enough to stop an army, he thought frantically.
But Daemon didn't stop.
SLASH!
With a single swing, Nyxtriel ripped through all the barriers like paper. The shockwave flattened trees behind Caius, blasting soldiers off their feet.
"You're—" Caius tried to cast another spell, but Daemon moved.
THWACK!
