The primordial demons, each representing the essence of the techniques Sasaki had transferred, loomed behind the hobgoblins.
Goro's demon exuded raw strength and ferocity, perfectly mirroring the Demonic Iron Fist. Shiro's demon was calm and poised, embodying the deadly precision of the Demonic Moon Sword.
Kuro's demon shimmered with deceptive illusions, encapsulating the strategic brilliance of the Demonic Mirage.
The cave seemed to resonate with their auras, a symphony of power and ancient wisdom. The hobgoblins stood still, absorbing the techniques and the immense energy that came with them.
Sasaki watched, a sense of awe and pride filling him. He knew that his sons were now armed with the ancient power.
As the dark auras settled and the primordial demons faded back into the shadows, the bonfire flickered back to life, casting a warm glow over the cave.
The hobgoblins opened their eyes, now glowing with the knowledge and power of their new techniques.
