The thick smoke continued to blanket the battlefield.
Somewhere within it, the two remaining devils moved cautiously. Their third companion was already dead. His desperate cries for help still continued to echo in their minds.
Neither of them had even managed to determine how Berger had done it. All they knew was that one moment their comrade had been alive, and the next he had been reduced to a mutilated corpse lying somewhere within the smoky haze.
Since then, neither devil dared to lower their guards. Nor did they dare to fall for the haunting voices calling out to them in the smoke.
Every shadow looked suspicious. Every sound made them tense. Strange silhouettes continued to drift through the haze. Grotesque figures appeared at the edge of their vision before vanishing moments later.
