"Kyackkyackkyackkyack" The demon manically laughed as he endured the hate filled gaze of the barely breathing Hamon. An insidious ear reaching smile adorned his face as his heart was filled with joy. He relished in their despair, their hatred, their pain, a delicacy of great renown. However all meals must eventually come to an end.
The hellscape he summoned dragged soul after soul into its depths, leaving only the strongest survivors to battle with evil spirits, resisting their pulling and tearing.
His eyes drifted across the remaining elites, Maggie who was at death's door, Vaccos who fervently defended her from the enemy and of course Douglas who's weapon had been shattered, his armour cracked and was currently held in the air by the jaws of a t-rex as Frostine readied a mighty spell to end the tenacious viscount.
His heart couldn't help but tremble in joy at the sight of that nasty light aspected armour crumbling apart and falling from Douglas's body.
It wasn't strong enough to cause him a great deal of damage but dark entities especially evil ones such as himself abhorred anything related to the light no matter their strength.
By the time his gaze returned to Hamon his smile had disappeared and a serious expression had replaced it. The hounding of the stampede's madness bellowed within his mind, impatient for victory.
"Time to end this and move on." He spoke with a chilling tone before drawing in an extreme amount of ambient mana.
In response to his actions Frostine, Valend and the other B-rank monsters moved swiftly to pin down the remaining elites, preventing them from acting out in defence. Even the B-rank minotaur attacking Frost and Kiba changed its tactics.
Frost was still kind of out of it, the sudden loss of Bagua despite his quick actions dulled his thinking, making it seem as though what was going on around him was miles away. He struggled to hear anyone's voice and sense the movements around him. Kiba's attempts at reaching him through their soul bond were slowly bringing him back to reality but unfortunately it wasn't fast enough.
Bang!
Kiba was knocked to the side by the minotaur's battle axe, his head bleeding profusely from the blow and moment later Frost was pushed to the ground by the minotaur's large hand while the other pinned him to the floor. This sudden touching and the last roar of Kiba brought his thoughts back to reality but by that point he was thoroughly pinned as were the rest of the elites.
He struggled to push against the minotaur but received a harsh blow in response, pushing him deeper into the dirt. His eyes met with blood covered Kiba whose breathing had become laboured and his heart lurched to a stop. His lack of focus had caused this situation, because he couldn't keep his head in the game Kiba was seriously injured and he was pinned down.
Frost tried his best to reach into his robes choosing to no longer delay summoning Maya but the minotaur wasn't making it easy. Even slightest movements resulted in a fierce reprisal.
By this point the demon had finished gathering the mana he needed and upon seeing that all his subordinates had followed his orders he slammed the gathered mana onto the hellscape, infusing it with a burst of nourishment.
Next the sound of swords and blades could be heard being drawn from their sheaths as knights riding large ice wolves suddenly appeared from the east and west sides of the battlefield.
"Frost wolf knights charge forth and aid our comrades." A woman donned in a full set of blue armour and armed with a deadly red spear roared out as she charged at the vanguard on top of a wolf larger than even Kiba.
Along with the ground forces, coming from the air with the mage who cast the 5th circle spell [eye of the heavens] were a regiment of griffin knights all donned in glorious and regal looking white armour.
At the head of these flying knights were two men, one old with a natural overpowering presence and one who was likely in his late twenties perhaps very early thirties dressed in the most lavish armour Frost had ever seen. A small crown also adorned his head and though he was nowhere near as strong as the old man by his side it felt as though he was in charge.
"Royal griffin knights, destroy the enemies of our mighty empire!" The young man pointed his sword high into the air as he gave a command.
"Your will be done Your Highness." The griffin knights responded respectively before unsheathing their weapons and diving into the battlefield.
"I'll leave the demon to you General Warik." His Highness the crown prince spoke with respect to the old man by his side before following after the griffin knights.
"Be safe Your Highness." General Warik crossed his arm over his chest and bowed slightly before focusing his gaze upon the demon.
"Thank you for your timely magic Sir Dalamar but I can take it from here." Warik turned his head to speak to a man even older than he was who was riding what appeared to be a couatl with his young apprentice behind him.
"No thanks needed General I only did what was expected of me. The adventurers guild requested that I join the reinforcements but I will follow your lead." Dalamar was the A-rank adventurer that the capital's adventurer guild sent due to Bastion's request however the grand commander was this general Warik, therefore if he was asked to not interfere further by him then he would not.
Of course Warik was only referring to the demon as it would be far better for the empire's soldiers to handle the enemy's commander. The reputation of the Northrend empire's military couldn't be seen heavily relying on the strength of the guild.
Warik nodded his head in thanks for Dalamar's understanding before ordering his griffin to fly at the demon.
"Come Natalie let's go and see where we can lend a hand."
"Yes grandfather."