The situation was grim.
Even with reinforcements flooding in, nothing changed.
The city guard knights—bronze rank, a handful barely silver—were little more than cannon fodder. Their blades bounced off Eldric's hide like twigs thrown at a fortress wall.
The protagonist party pushed harder than anyone else, but even they were faltering.
Kael's divine-touched sword—the weapon meant to slay calamities—left nothing more than shallow scratches across the demonized flesh.
Eldric—now fused with an actual demon—could no longer be harmed by mortal weapons.
There were only two ways:
Crush it with absolute power— which none of us had.
Or use divine energy— the one thing demons couldn't withstand.
I gritted my teeth.
"I don't have divine power," I muttered under my breath, "but let's see how far this goes…"
I loaded a piercing round into the Winchester.
Steady breath.
Firm stance.
Bang!
The round fired like a streak of white light, straight and deadly.
