The battlefield fell into a tense silence, the air thick with dread.
"That... that thing is terrifying," Elias muttered, his voice barely audible as he gripped his sword tighter.
Without hesitation, Daemon seized Nyxtriel and lunged towards the demon.
"What the hell are you doing, boy?!" Elias shouted, alarmed.
Marquis stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Daemon. "Let him be. He seeks to be a hero."
Daemon's blade sliced through the air, aiming for the demon. But with a swift movement, the demon dodged effortlessly. Daemon increased his speed, attempting another strike, but the demon retaliated with a powerful kick, sending Daemon crashing into Duke Elias and several soldiers.
"Tsk, he's strong!" Daemon grunted, pushing himself up.
Elias groaned, helping Daemon to his feet. "You're reckless, charging in like that."
Marquis narrowed his eyes. "We need a strategy. Brute force won't work."
