As Marcus and Pii ventured further into the wasteland of Rikon, the eerie howls grew louder, echoing through the desolate expanse. The scent of sulfur lingered in the air, mingling with the oppressive atmosphere. The demons were near.
Suddenly, a pack of demons materialized before them, emerging from the shadows with menacing snarls. These creatures bore the resemblance of wolves, but their forms were twisted, infused with otherworldly elements. Their fur was jet black, shimmering with an ethereal glow, and their eyes burned with an unholy fire.
Marcus and Pii stood their ground, their eyes locked onto the demonic pack. The leader, a massive demon with bristling fur and razor-sharp fangs, stepped forward, saliva dripping from its jaws. Its eyes glowed with malevolence, a testament to its formidable power.