Chapter 11 – Blood Curdling Strike -Part 1

Standing at the edge of the battlefield, I speak out to Draven, "What's going on here?"

"Looks like that bandit girl and whatever group she is running with got caught up in the sweep for Demons, and they tried to hide out," he replies.

Peering over the chaotic battle scene, my eyes widen at the sight before me. An old man, his weathered face lined with determination, brandishes a gleaming metal arm that crackles with arcane energy.

He is caught up in his own fierce battle, summoning a storm of chains and fire that dance through the air like furious serpents, weaving in and out of fist strikes from a man clad in the same dark attire as the one fighting Emilia.

Their movements are a mesmerizing display of skill and power; each strikes a deadly dance with the potential to decide the fate of the combatants.