Your Last Meal II
A guttural snarl echoed through the chamber as the lesser demons began to circle him, their claws dragging along the cavern floor, producing an eerie screech.
The fight began without warning. A Grade Six demon lunged at him from the side, its clawed hand aiming for his neck.
Damien pivoted sharply, his sword slashing through the demon's chest in one swift motion. Black ichor splattered onto the ground as the creature let out a strangled growl before collapsing.
"One down," Damien muttered, his voice calm but his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening.
The remaining Grade Six demons charged together, their grotesque forms moving with surprising speed.
Damien moved to meet them, his blade igniting as he infused it with his Advanced Flame Magic. The first demon that reached him was met with a fiery slash across its face, the heat melting its flesh before it even hit the ground.