Chaos still reigned in the tunnels. Screams, the clash of steel against flesh, and the raking of claws echoed like a funeral knell.
Estia, her breath ragged, continued her desperate fight against the colossal demon. The ground beneath her feet was slick with blood and debris, but she refused to back down. Her strikes, repeated with fierce determination, seemed futile against the monstrous resistance of her adversary.
It wasn't the first time she cursed her succubus origins. While she possessed unique abilities, they weren't meant for combat. If her clan had survived until now, it was because they had hidden away in the mountains, far from danger.
Her innate ability allowed her to seduce and bend the will of creatures weaker than herself. When she awakened, this ability evolved into a more powerful skill, expanding her influence and the number of creatures she could control. But one thing hadn't changed: it only affected those weaker than her.