"Impudent fool, tell me your purpose and I might spare you!!!?"
The lesser demon's voice rang across the ruined battlefield, thick with arrogance and desperation.
Even now, when nearly every demon under his command had been reduced to ash, scorched silhouettes, or broken corpses scattered across the ground, he still believed himself to be in a position to negotiate.
His grip on the halberd tightened, and his stance widened slightly as if asserting dominance as if his posture alone could somehow shift the situation back in his favor.
Will heard the warning clearly and could not stop the faint chuckle that escaped his lips. It was not loud, nor was it mocking in an exaggerated way. It was the kind of quiet, tired amusement one felt when listening to someone who still had not understood how badly things had gone wrong.
Spiritual energy flickered into existence around Will's right hand, shimmering faintly.
