If one were to use a word to describe how the situation beneath the tower was, it'd be 'slaughter'. The large hall of the tower was filled with blood, and the agonized screams of the demons could be heard continuously ringing out from within the space.
"Akh!"
"Aurgkh!"
What was supposed to be a trap in which they would find their way to slay the current leader of humanity instead turned out to be a slaughter for the demons.
Things weren't supposed to be this way.
Spurt―!
"Akh! No!"
Cracka! Cracka!
Sparks of electricity were seen flying through the air, and blood was seen accompanying each spark. The next thing that appeared after the sparks were a couple of yellow streaks.
They came forth immediately from Liam's eyes as they surveyed the entirety of the battlefield in front of him. There was something distinctively different about him today...