The swarm of flying demons' screeches tore across the landscape, drawing the gaze of the demonkin and beastkin scattered beneath the hillside. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, staring up as the lead dark-winged monster filled my view, claws extended like a bird of prey.
A figure appeared in front of me, a black cloak fluttering in the wind from the demon's approach. There was a flash of violet and steel. A sword appeared in his grip, already extended at the end of a slash. A black arc of pure shadow leaped upward, cutting through the air. It struck the demon in the chest and didn't slow, passing seamlessly through it.
