Asmodeus examined the opponent with a sharp glare, like an eagle stalking its prey. He could feel a sense of nostalgia; this energy was something he'd faced before. No. It wasn't Mephisto but something older, from a more distant memory.
The dense aura of death wasn't divine, but instead complete death.
Mephisto's death was akin to a god pretending to be.
"Nerim, pull back, use your magic to thin the horde." He quickly sent more divine aura to restore Nerim's state to the maximum. While tossing his Blood Reaver in Logan's direction, with a low howl, the axe tore through the dead forest like a chainsaw.
Wooosh!
"Ack!? Ye almost too me 'ead off ye bastard!" Logan cursed at Asmodeus as the Blood Reavers' blade sliced a zombie just inches from his face. The speed and power of the axe pulled Logan off the ground, while sucking zombies into the vortex and ripping them apart.
"Pah! Pah!"
