A little bit ago, and far back at Croc's city's outskirts, Jack, Pin and the murder paladins made their way across the swamp's edge, following the faint demonic trail of magic until they reached a massive boulder shrouded with moss and vines.
The musty smell of the swamp's rotten water, the flies and bugs buzzing around in the air, the soft mud beneath their boots, and the bug-infested dead trees…they stood beside the boulder, looking around and waiting for demons to jump out of the murky water.
Pin climbed Jack's back and stood above his head, staring at the boulder with glowing red eyes. She giggled, biting her nails, "I can feel it, their demonic magic." She smiled, "They are close, it shall be a bloody party."
As her bloodlust seeped out, the paladins pulled their maces and hammers and looked around for anything to smash. But, nothing came out besides more flies and mosquitoes, those can't be hit with ease.