The creature before him was clearly a Demon like Sabo, able to maintain a semblance of sanity under corruption, but only temporarily; their fate was ultimately destined for annihilation in despair.
Yet there were exceptions among them, such as the Demon Hunters.
Overcoming complex obstacles, Lorenzo advanced while firing, bullets ricocheting between the narrow walls, sparks flying.
As the deafening gunshots rang out, the nearby neighborhood fell into chaos, with the cavalry officers forming a perimeter around the alley, the sound of iron whistles, used for alerting and conveying messages, ceaseless, like melancholy flocks of birds swarming here, emitting mournful cries.
