Disgusting sounds echoed all around—wet, snarling, the chorus of hundreds of demons feasting on the dead. The noise shifted and faded from one direction to another, like a grotesque tide.
This wasn't like looking at a battle between two great powers, the outcome had already been decided, all that was left now was for the victims to get their bodies defiled and devoured by the cursed abominations.
Ari was the first one to react. Her green eyes burned bloodshot, her clenched jaw tight as her knuckles whitened from the pressure gripping her daggers.
Just when she was about to jump in the middle of the demons, Zaroth's firm hand stopped her in place.
"Do you plan to jump right into your death?" The Beast Master spat with irritation.
"These elves are my kind, I can't just watch helplessly while they are getting devoured!" she retorted.
"Sure, then I let you go on your own. You slay a few maybe even a dozen, then get overrun and die a pointless death. Is that your genius plan?"
