They moved through demon lines like ghosts, shadow magic masking their presence whenever they weren't actively attacking.
"There," Lyristae pointed to a cluster of heavily armored demons surrounding something that looked like a command tent. "That's too organized to be random. Command structure's there."
"How do you want to do this?"
"Fast and overwhelming. No subtlety, just overwhelming force before they can react." Her shadows were already coiling, building power. "You hit from the left, I hit from the right. We converge on the center and kill everything that looks important."
"Simple. I like it."
They split, circling the command area through shadow transit. When they were in position, Lyristae's voice came through the darkness – some trick of shadow manipulation Damien hadn't learned yet.
"Now."
They struck simultaneously. Damien's shadows erupted in a wave of cutting force, scything through the demon guards like they were wheat before a harvester.
