The battlefield trembled as Roland and Azragor met in a storm of steel blades and stone fists.
On Roland's side, the cursed blade screamed with hunger as it attacked, but received no souls to eat. With each strike colliding against the demon's earth crystal-clad fists, sparks flew between the two, and darkness and earth mana erupted with every blow.
Their power was overwhelming as waves of mana were tearing through the ground while scattering the red mist with each hit.
"Fall further back!" Roland barked to his companions who stayed back, his hands not stopping for even a second, as he forced Azragor back a step.
The soldiers hesitated only a moment before retreating, knowing they would be crushed if they lingered in the wake of the clash between the two powerhouses.
While the rest retreated, two refused to move an inch.
