The village burned.
Screams echoed through the streets while flames spread from house to house. Demons ran in every direction, desperately trying to escape, but there was nowhere to run.
Daruma descended upon them without mercy.
A swipe of his claw tore through several guards. One sweep of his tail flattened an entire building. Fire poured from his mouth and engulfed anything left standing.
Meanwhile, not far away, Zane floated lazily in the air.
A box of fried pseudo-cockatrice rested in one hand while he casually watched the massacre unfold.
Crunch.
Another piece disappeared into his mouth.
"Hmm..."
He chewed thoughtfully.
"If there was some barbecue sauce with this, it'd be perfect."
Below him, Daruma's claw descended upon the old demon who had sold him the fried pseudo-cockatrice.
The old shopkeeper didn't even have time to scream.
A moment later, he was gone.
Zane watched the scene for a second before taking another bite.
The food was genuinely good.
