A while ago, in the capital.
The clamor of the people below, shielded by the shadow dome, was still heard.
The aftereffect of the scaled demon's previous attacks was still fresh.
Above, however, Jake floated calmly before the demon generals, shadow wings clinging to him like a second skin.
He stared at them for a while, observing all of them as if trying to understand what powers they used, but the demons, as sly as they were, didn't let out a wisp of their powers.
In the end, Jake shook his head while his sword, slick with ichor, slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the shadow dome below them.
The demons watching him sneered, their eyes glinting cruelly in the dark.
"He's done," one hissed.
"Pathetic," another muttered.
"I already told you, didn't I?" The scaled demon scoffed. "They are a bunch of nobodies."
Another demon laughed. "At least he knows his limits."
But before the jeers could finish, the air shifted.
