The battle soon turned into a war of endurance.
The three of them—Damien, Skylar, and Fenrir—relentlessly assaulted the demon, forcing it to stay on the defensive.
Chomp!! Shrrrip!!
Fenrir was the unstoppable force, keeping the demon locked in close combat, tearing at its flesh with fangs that could crush boulders.
Boooom!!
Skylar provided constant pressure from above, weaving through the air despite its injured wing, launching bursts of dark essence blasts whenever the demon left itself open.
And Damien—he was the finisher, waiting for precise moments to strike, slicing into weakened areas and keeping the demon from regaining control of the battlefield.
It was a battle of attrition.
And they were winning.
The demon roared in frustration, its movements becoming sloppier, its reaction time slowing just slightly as its body was pushed beyond its limits.
