The Phoenix was rageful.
*Before the explosion*
As the horn's resounding call echoed across the battlefield, the sound sliced through the chaos like a razor, catching the attention of both the demons and the soldiers fighting them.
The demons came to a sudden stop, their heads snapping back to the direction of the sound, confusion etched on their demonic faces.
One of the demons muttered to himself, barely audible over the din of the battle, "Is that what I think it is?" As he turned his head to look behind him, he realized that the other demons were already in full retreat.
As soon as the demon noticed that the others were retreating, he immediately turned to run, a sudden gust of wind made him stumble, and he barely regained his balance in time to avoid falling.
His eyes widened as he saw a figure standing before him, a dark silhouette against the orange glow of the setting sun.