As time continued to pass, the battlefield shifted steadily in favor of the human geniuses. The once overwhelming waves of demons gradually began to thin. Every attack from the seven squads carved deeper pieces out of the advancing army, and the corpses of fallen demons accumulated across the field in dark heaps.
Victor's thunderous fist strikes crushed demon after demon, and each impact sent shockwaves that scattered nearby monsters before they could reform their lines. Michael's lightning pierced through clusters of demon warriors with relentless precision, and the spiraling bolts created gaping holes in the demonic formation.
Seraphina's golden flames spread across the ground like a radiant tide, burning through the flesh of every creature that dared approach her squad. Daniel's shadows consumed their enemies without mercy, swallowing demon bodies until they simply vanished inside the dark fire.
