They were only a couple hundred paces away from the demon, which was moving at a slow, unsteady walk.
Tremors tickled their feet as a large blast blew several buildings to pieces a short ways away, the group lagging behind the fleeing crowd after briefly stopping in place. Only Alder and his group of guards remained on South Street, the view of their backs as they faced a receding heatwave and countless plumes of smoke leaving a lasting impression in Anice's mind.
"To hell with swords," she heard him yell a moment after he led the guards away. "Ready your bows and keep a fair distance!" Massive amounts of moisture from the surrounding area began to coagulate around the man, his slick hair dripping with sweat as he rushed to set up a defensive line in order to prevent the demon from proceeding any farther into town.
