"Fuck, he's already here!"
A man wearing a hooded dark robe, cursed loudly as he stared at the scene of the wyvern battling in the distance.
"Guh!"
Beside him, a grey-skinned man with pointed ears, dropped to his knees as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Thoruul!!"
The hooded man instantly turned his attention to his kneeling companion, activating a skill with his magic power in an attempt to heal the large slash wound on his grey-skinned man's torso.
"U-Ulmoch, we have to retreat! Fast!!"
"Huh? My men have already gotten into the city, they should get to the dungeon so-!"
"Didn't you see him or sense his demonic energy?! The demon you came to find isn't in the dungeon anymore! He's out there fighting!
Just what were you doing while I was unconscious?!"
The eyes of the hooded man, Ulmoch, widened in surprise as he thought back to the waves of demonic energy that he had sensed multiple times since the beginning of the battle.