"Something... doesn't feel right."
"Doesn't feel right?"
Roland swung his sword, slicing a small Demon blocking their path in two, and flicked the warm droplets of blood from his blade.
The four of them were now far from the center of the battlefield, and the sounds of slaughter gradually faded into the distance.
"It's just..."
The Minstrel's long fingers hovered over his lute strings. He looked toward the distant, deadlocked battle, his brow furrowed.
"The power of these Demons... it seems too weak..."
Noticing his companions' questioning gazes, Galvis deftly sidestepped a sudden bone spike and explained in a low voice.
"While I've never fought a Demon from the Nine Prisons, the Demons I saw during the last Abyssal invasion were far stronger than this."
"Not only did they have tough bodies, but they could also cast all sorts of strange Magic at will. Even a Low-Tier Demon was a tough fight for an ordinary Transcendent, but..."
