The Variant Scourge rose slowly, its body now cloaked in a crimson aura. The runes on its armor ignited, casting a sinister glow that carved dancing shadows across the walls.
Dahlia gripped the shaft of her halberd, her knuckles turning white. "Rakahn… What do we do?"
The warrior spat a stream of blood and adjusted his grip on his khopeshes. "We can't back down now."
The demon raised its black sword, and the very air seemed to tear apart.
It struck at Rakahn first.
A clean, horizontal slash meant to cleave him in two. Rakahn blocked, but the sheer force threw him backwards, his blades vibrating from the impact. Before he even hit the ground, the demon pivoted and swung at Dahlia. She barely dodged, but the tip of the sword slashed her arm, spraying blood.
"Shit!" she growled, stumbling back.
The demon gave them no respite.
