Twins of Fear!

"Whew, whew, whew!"

George leaned against the corner of the wall, panting heavily. In front of him lay a slain Demon, beside an injured comrade and the dead captain of a pirate crew. George had always been somewhat prejudiced against the pirates, viewing them as the sort who believed that a leopard could never change its spots. Thus, the people within Port Nyanzaru had formed their own factions, and Soren had always anticipated that there would be rivalry and secret struggles between them. The pirate faction was naturally very powerful, but the officers and soldiers selected from among the Half-Elves were also quite outstanding.

The two sides had competed fiercely during this period, and the dead pirate captain had been one of George's secret rivals.

But just now, the scarred man had taken a Demon's attack head-on to cover their flank assault. The tremendous force had shattered his bones. He had not even had time to wait for George and the others to rescue him before dying beneath the Demon's hands. Even at the moment death descended, this ferocious man, who had spent half his life drifting across the sea, still used the last of his strength to drive his weapon into the Demon's throat. Only then had they managed to slay it.

A powerful Demon.

They had never faced such a dangerous enemy before. Although they had long heard in taverns that Demons and Devils had appeared in other parts of the continent, this was the first time they had appeared in Port Nyanzaru's territory. George slowly stood up and walked over to his dead comrade. He slowly dropped to one knee, then closed the man's eyes. Nearby, the wounded men who had been supporting one another stood up. As they called for priests, they hurriedly treated the others.