Asqa knew she had to act now.
Clyde was still screaming while trapped in that final crucible of his transformation and if no one bought him time, it would all end before he could rise as a stronger being.
Gritting her teeth, she took a breath and stepped toward the front door.
Her bracelet shimmered with swirling crimson light of readied power. The mansion creaked around her with the weight of tension as if even the walls understood what was coming.
She couldn't win and that much was clear. Against Archangels, Celestials, Demon Kings, and their army, victory wasn't even on the table.
But maybe she could buy some time with her strength right now.
Peeking through the side window she spotted the Demons army outside who were guarding the mansion.
Lesser Demons mostly and they were trembling while clutching their weapons, but standing their ground all the same.
They knew the truth as well. That they were going to die but not one of them had run.
