Faced with the Tyrant Demon's onslaught, the Light Cavalry lost the ferocity they usually showed when charging into battle. They could only watch helplessly as the destructive figure drew nearer step by step, their hearts filling with despair.
With each swing, the fiery Greatsword left dazzling trails in the air, like bolts of lightning striking from the sky, mercilessly hewing down riders and their warhorses alike. Every flash of the blade was accompanied by a scream, as blood and dust mingled to create a tragic tableau on the battlefield.
The Tyrant Demon's assault was unstoppable. Its heavy footfalls made the warhorses falter, and some, overcome with fear, lost control and bolted, dragging their masters in a frantic attempt to escape the horrifying battlefield.
In the distance, fighting amidst the swarm of Little Inferior Demons on the left flank, the middle-aged Warrior NPC witnessed it all.
