CHAPTER 155 - The Fight/War Over.

Demons ran.

They howled. They flew. They roared.

But none of that mattered.

Because Raven was coming.

A red streak of blurred violence tore through the battlefield, trailing behind it a path of ruptured earth, severed limbs, and fading screams.

Each step he took left behind scorched claw prints.

Each slash of his claws or flick of his fingers was accompanied by an eruption of Voidfire—that molten, black-red flame that didn't just burn.

It destroyed.

A hulking demon, two stories tall and wielding a glaive made of bone and hate, swung with a war cry.

Raven didn't dodge.

He grabbed the blade with one hand, and it instantly melted like wax that had touched a star.

Voidfire crawled up the weapon, along the demon's arms, and—

Fwshhhk.

No scream. No explosion. Just death.

The demon was erased, turned into smoke and memory.