Chapter 172: Brother and sister
Demonized flooded toward the town. They rushed like their lives depended on it. The sweetest scent of humans reached their noses, and they rushed for it.
The people on the road they left to and through the town scattered, running in panic and fear. Many of them had never seen a demonized in their life, but they didn’t need a specialist to tell them that the creatures chasing them would kill them.
Guards rushed out of the city, swords in hand, hearts ready for battle. But seeing the sheer size of the army of demonized, their hearts quaked, yet they stood strong.
"Hold them up until the knights at the manor come!" one of the guards yelled from the bottom of his stomach, and the guards roared, rushing into battle.
They had to. Their families, their friends, all the people they deeply cared about—they were inside that town, and if they fell, they would lose their families.
They needed no speech to push them, no words of encouragement or promise of a greater life after this. Just the thought of losing everyone they loved and cared for pushed them.
Clang, clang.
The clash happened—swords swinging, claws slashing. In only a few seconds, the entire place turned into a horrendous battlefield.
Swords met with claws, but their pride and their beliefs were not strong enough. The demonized began ripping through their bodies and consuming them. As they did, they ate in a frenzy, body after body, in a gruesome manner.