Like a freezing gale carrying the scent of death, the hair on the back of the nine Asuras' necks stood on end. Their mighty frames could not repel the chill that seeped into their very marrow. This cold was not born of temperature, but of mana fluctuations that triggered the most primal instinct of every living creature: the drive to survive.
"I never imagined Furfur would be this powerful," Viggu whispered, gripping his axe so tightly his knuckles turned white. "My brain keeps screaming at me to run. It feels as if staying here until that Demon arrives is an invitation to the end of my life."
"If it were only Furfur, we might not feel this bleak. This dread also stems from the army he brings," Yagnar added, trying to analyze the situation. "That is the main legion that has been fighting the Human Alliance. Their numbers are more than millions. Though most are just fodder we could crush with a single blow, their scale is simply too massive."
