Outside, in a vast field where Kaeliyus battled the demons, he had taken down one, leaving only two standing.
The surroundings were a chaotic ruin—cracks marred the ground, bloodstains smeared the ground, and the air itself seemed thick with destruction.
Kaeliyus stood, facing one of the demons. His body was battered, clothes torn and soaked with blood. He panted heavily, keeping a wary distance from his opponent.
It wasn't that Kaeliyus was weak; it was that the demons were formidable—likely as powerful as he himself was.
The demon facing off with Kaeliyus, snapped his head to the side, turning to face his companion who was in a heated battle with a figure—appearing to be in a tight spot and on the losing end.