The battle raged on for a while, most of the grass were already cut down and small patches in the soil lay in ruins.
There was a loud thud near the gate. Most of the elders turned their heads, half expecting to find that Morbius had summoned another calamity, but there stood Lucien and Thorin, who had just arrived at the scene.
Thorin had a huge club in his hand, he didn't much like the situation, but he was always prepared to smash some puny demons to bits.
Lucien had a frown on his face, he clicked his tongue, drew a golden sword, and levitated in the air. If he was going to have to fight a bunch of demons, he better do so quickly, and as cleanly as possible.
Getting demon blood on his cloak or skin was considered a sin.
Thorin immediately bolted to the scene, slamming his club down on multiple demons at once, killing them like flies, he stepped on a couple, crushing them instantly as he waded through hordes of them.
