Damien looked across the battlefield. Thousands of demons still fought, but their coordination was breaking down. No generals to direct them. No commanders to organize assaults.
Just chaos and death.
He could end this. Not quickly, but inevitably.
Shadow constructs erupted across the battlefield. Near him – everywhere. Spears of darkness rising from the ground, tendrils grabbing demons, crushing them, pulling them down.
His range had expanded exponentially. The Second Core let him maintain techniques at distances that would have been impossible before.
A hundred demons died in thirty seconds.
[DEMONS SLAIN x100+]
[SHADOW COMPREHENSION: Level 75.0]
The Valdaran soldiers on the walls watched in silent awe. Their enemy being systematically dismantled by one person who moved through demon ranks like death itself.
Some looked grateful. Some looked terrified.
Damien didn't care. His focus was absolute, his purpose clear.
Survive. Protect. Win.
Everything else was secondary.
