Ruger raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Though he had not seen clearly, he still followed the guidance of Spirituality in his heart. Relying on instinct, he withdrew his nightmare wings, and his feet once more stepped into the flesh-and-blood mire.
Sure enough, the Light Spell's orb floated at shoulder height.
Crack!
A sharper, rising note of shattering stood out amid the ceaseless fine crackling.
Ruger swept his gaze around. So far, no Demon had appeared that was too powerful for him and the two-headed Demon to handle. Mahama was also proceeding in an orderly fashion. It could be said that everything was going smoothly.
The only threats were those lords and that black fissure.
He did not know whether those lords would start fighting without restraint. Earlier, it had only been a minor clash between two of them. He did not know what sort of creature lay beyond the fissure, nor whether these lords could withstand it. Though they were currently at a disadvantage, just as they were expending strength to stop it from widening, the other side was likewise consuming strength to force the fissure open. It was a tug-of-war.
Ruger raised an eyebrow, thinking of the Succubus lord.
Perhaps that strange Succubus had not appeared because things had not yet reached the point where they could no longer hold on.
Thinking of it that way, it was not a bad thing that she had not appeared.
Ruger did not stop moving his hands, but he deliberately let one Demon slip through for the two-headed Demon. That fellow could not be allowed to idle around, or those two heads would do nothing but let their thoughts run wild.
Suddenly, a faint tremor ran through the ground.
Ruger frowned and looked toward his feet. He stood perfectly still, watching the