"Alright, attack in the formation I told you at my signal," Max said calmly, his voice steady and unwavering as he glanced back at the seven squad leaders and their assembled forces. Without waiting for any reply, his figure shot into the sky like a streak of light and flew toward the final bastion of the demon race.
The geniuses behind him immediately shifted into the formation he had designed, with the seven squad leaders forming a tight array behind him and the rest of their squads fanning out behind them to provide layered support. The air vibrated with tension as every heart prepared for the decisive battle.
Max descended rapidly toward the last demon stronghold. This area was heavily corrupted by demonic energy, and the terrain below was twisted with dark mounds and strange structures created by demons over years of occupation. He halted high above the ground, looking down upon the settlement with cold resolve.
