"You're going nowhere. I've been waiting for this day—it's been a while since I killed a demon," Leonidas said, drawing his sword.
Damien chuckled, removing the arrow from his right chest as he self-healed his injuries. "Hey, I remember you. Oh, yeah, it's you—the weakling who threatened to kill a demon fifteen years ago," he said.
Leonidas gripped his sword tightly. "And this weakling shall make history by killing you," he said, his sword ready to attack as Damien only gave a smirk that sent shivers.
Horns were blown. "A demon in the palace!" The guards were rushing in, with knights and commanders awakening and suiting up.
Elena's eyes caught on some guards rushing with their swords, aimed high and ready to attack. She called one of them.
"What's going on?" she asked.