Luther, a seasoned warrior, had personally handled the majority of the enemy forces. Among the ranks of humanity's elite stood three SSS-ranked mages—Aldermond himself, Luther, and a third mage from the church. These three alone should have ensured a balanced battle.
But this wasn't a battle.
It had been a massacre.
'The demons are naturally superior in combat,' Aldermond thought, rubbing his chin. 'They heal faster, they're stronger, their senses are sharper, and they have the home advantage.'
And yet…
'Why was this so easy?'
His mind raced, trying to piece together the missing fragments. There were a few notable demons, some proving difficult, but none that stood out. None strong enough to pose a genuine threat.
'Where are the true elites of their kind?'