The ground was covered in fire. Smoke rose into the sky, and screams echoed all around.
The Flame Demon stood tall, its body burning like a living furnace. With every swing of its fiery arms, humans were thrown like broken dolls. Their swords and arrows did nothing. They shouted, fought, and cursed—but it was useless.
One armored swordsman rushed forward, shouting, "Fall, you cursed monster!"
He slashed with all his strength—but the demon barely flinched.
With a cruel laugh, the demon raised one hand and crushed him under a blast of flame.
"Nooo!" someone screamed.
The battlefield was chaotic.
Kael was there too not as a hero, but as someone trying to survive. He was just a nobody, a small soldier with no great power. He ducked behind burning wreckage with his heart pounding in fear and face covered in soot.
But fate didn't care.
A fireball—huge and bright—came flying straight at him. Before he could even react, it hit the spot behind.
BOOOOM.
