Chapter 97: Remington 870
The Demon’s roar called for its spawn to cross the border. It was the call for battle. The call of a hunt.
A new world awaited behind the dark veil. A pure, uncorrupted world filled with souls ripe for the taking, enough to feed the entire horde and help its leader ascend to Lordship.
Drumming their chests, the Fiends rushed to the gate like a tide. The brightness that met them on the other side was enough to make a few stagger, but not all feared the light.
Mindless as they were, the Fiends could think of nothing but the feast awaiting them. They paid no heed to their leader who had yet to make a move, nor did they care for the confidence shown by the humans facing them.
Awakened. Seven of them. Each emitting a strong sense of danger. Each possessing a powerful soul. Which one would be the easiest to target? Which one should go down first?
Rip their flesh and crush their bones. Drink their blood and devour their souls. The Madness fed their evil desires, leaving no space for rational thought. Even the smartest among them could only consider who to attack and who to avoid.
The seven drew their weapons and faced the horde. The battle began and the difference in power became clear from the get-go. Two broke through and headed for the Demon, another climbed a platform and shot exploding projectiles.
Fire erupted and spikes sprang out of the ground. One by one, the Fiends fell to the ground, never getting a taste of the prey they were so eager to hunt down. They couldn’t even reach the leader at the back, the one with the most potent Soul.
A powerful Soul. A Soul full of potential. A Soul rich with Aether. Enough Aether to push a single Demon to the Rank of a Lord, or help a recently ascended Nightmare overthrow the progenitor of its horde.