Naturally, that familiar aura belonged to none other than Hendrix himself.
Without wasting another second, Nox leapt off the rooftop, crashing down into a cluster of demons that hadn't even realized he was above them.
The impact sent a shockwave that blew them apart like rag dolls.
He didn't even glance back—his eyes were locked on the castle.
Every demon between him and the gates became nothing more than moving obstacles.
With a quick snap of his fingers, hundreds of ice spears materialized, launching toward the demons.
"Pull back! Pull back!" a demon captain bellowed—only to be silenced a moment later by Nox's sword.
Glancing behind, he noticed Prince Adrian's soldiers spreading out, forming wedges that cut through the side streets. Dragons circled overhead, raining arrows and fire into the chaos below.
'We're still gaining the upper hand. It's only a matter of time before the capital is ours,' he thought.
