Attack II

Hemil unconsciously stepped back as soon as he saw the bloodshot eyes of the enemy. 

The cult members seem to have sold their souls to this Three-Eyed Imp that they are worshipping in order to obtain superhuman strength… 

The aura they're radiating was similar to Spiritual Energy but it felt suffocating… They were obviously corrupted by some sort of energy that allows them to gain such strength. 

'This is bad…'

Hemil gripped the hammer in his hands. This is the tool he had been using for many years and it was tougher than many weapons. It was something that he inherited from his family…

Tap! Tap! Tap!

He heard his niece coming down so he quickly shouted.

"There's one enemy here—He's getting close…"

He can see that the other guards, old Hunters, and the few arcanists were still dealing with the other cultists so he knew that he had to deal with this single enemy. 

"I'm coming, uncle! I'll help you!"