The Dark Terror

Time seemed to slow as the devil disappeared into the air, and the shadow of those obscene skewers descended toward him—

—only to be obstructed by an immense barrier of ice that flowered into existence.

Ryan stepped through the frozen wall, his face twisted in cold fury as layer after layer of jagged shards spiraled from his outstretched hands.

With a defiant roar of his own, he unleashed a blistering blizzard of ice that encased the beast in a tornado of glacial spikes.

But the abomination barely flinched, glacial spikes bouncing off its carapace as it charged bull-like towards the two humans.

Its massive footfalls cracked the earth itself, shaking the air with thunderous shockwaves.

As its gaping maw opened wide to cleave their flesh, Ryan sidestepped, sliding on a trail of ice and blasted fresh volleys of ice from the side.

The battle had well and truly begun against this black carapace demon.