The basement was now a hell. The ancient, moss-covered stone walls continued to resonate with every blow, every roar, with the imposing burst of energy. The air instantly became dense, charged with the smell of sulfur and static electricity. Demonic energy like shadows danced on the walls. The goat-headed demon, with twisted horns and glowing eyes like embers, stood over a humanoid body dressed in an impeccable black suit, now torn and stained by battle. His hands, ending in sharp claws, gave off sparks of demonic energy with every movement.
Erwing, completely exhausted from all the effort, found it difficult to maintain his current form, yet he persisted and advanced, with a desperate cry, knowing that it could be his last day of life, he did not hesitate for the sake of his companions. But the demon, with a macabre laugh, raised a hand and fired a blast of dark energy that enveloped everything in its path, overwhelming Erwing with devastating force.