"Who cares about what lowlives want?"
Krainel stared at him for a brief moment before leaning in and whispering, "Kill him."
Without hesitation, the six men lunged toward Isaac.
-BANG!
A single gunshot shattered the air, and in the next instant, one of the attackers' heads burst open like a ruptured melon. Blood and brain matter splattered across the rooftop, staining the ground beneath them.
The remaining five demons froze in place, their eyes widening in shock as they turned toward their fallen comrade. Then, as if in slow motion, they redirected their gaze to Isaac. He stood there, his revolver still raised, a thin trail of smoke curling from its barrel.
"I don't have time to waste on lowly trash like you," Isaac said with disdain. He flicked his gun toward the next target. "So let's get this over with."
The demon in his sights instinctively leapt aside—
-BOOM!