Drakoth led the charge against Gonrod, accompanied by everyone who was able to lend even the smallest of hands that could make a difference in this upcoming fight.
"You. Disgusting. Mortals." Gonrod sneered, getting up, barely taking any damage from the laser.
With a single step, the earth convulsed, splintering and erupting in a storm of chaotic force. The sheer impact triggered a quake so immense it rivaled a magnitude ten on the Richter scale, tearing the landscape apart.
"Into the air!" Drakoth shouted to everyone.
After leaping into the air, they all charged, the air thick with the tension of desperate, yet futile, strikes against Gonrod's unyielding power. Drakoth, leading the charge, unleashed torrents of fire and magic, hoping to overwhelm the demon. But Gonrod reacted with chilling precision.
