The Serpent in the Ranks

The jewels encrusted in Ikarion's pommel glinted in azure, red, and emerald hues as his golden blade flashed to end this battle.

Time seemed to stop for a split second as the orcs shook their heads in pity while the humans' delighted roars pierced the chaotic battlefield. Their king had won, and with his victory, their kingdom would rise again as the realm's uncontested ruler.

But Vrashnak knew better. Towering at the circle's helm to watch the duel, he observed the demonic generals' reactions and frowned.

Garduck clenched his fists overhead, shouting words of encouragement to Adam despite his inevitable defeat. Ifrit gazed at the king, his amber eyes burning as if he wanted to reduce him into drifting ashes. The three young succubus seemed no different. Hope still sparkled brightly in their green eyes.