Let us rewind to a few minutes earlier.
Kike felt that things had gone utterly to hell.
He even had the illusion that he had already taken several leisurely swims through the River Styx, only to be forcibly dragged back by that bronze dragon each time.
In truth, ever since he and Kangerweian had been "launched" over here, they had already been trapped in a tight encirclement just like Leviathan and the others, who had been fighting for four hours. It was only because the chaotic demons had scattered into the woodland at the start of their escape that the danger had still been somewhat manageable.
But as they gradually approached Tilverton, the Cormyr border city along the Resavi Moonsea Road, the terrain between the Desertmouth Mountains and Thunderpeak began to close in around them like the mouth of a horn.
So by the time they "drove" all the way to the mountain pass, they could practically be said to have been swallowed by the demon tide as it converged once more.
It would not be an exaggeration to say they had carved a bloody path straight through an army of demons. No one even knew how many demons Leviathan alone had rammed and crushed to death.
Meanwhile, Kike and Eilwen stood back to back like two tireless gladiators, ceaselessly cutting down the demons who stepped onto the "stage" to challenge them.
But living creatures grew tired, and even constructs suffered component wear and metal fatigue.
Kike only remembered mechanically swinging his spare longsword again and again. When its edge curled, he replaced it with the spare spare, repeating the cycle as though this endless road of slaughter would never reach its end.
Whenever they neared their limits, or the demons pressing in around them became too dense, Leviathan and