"This... how could this be..." he muttered, his voice trembling slightly.
Before he could make sense of it, a colossal creature over ten meters tall stepped out from the shadows at the mine entrance.
Flame Demon...
It raised its eyes at the intruders, a trace of disdain flashing through them.
Behind it, hundreds of demon undead in all manner of forms surged forth.
Lava Trolls, Abyss Lurkers, Pain Weavers, swarms of Cinder Bats...
The demons roared as they completely surrounded the bandits.
"Damned insects." The Flame Demon's low roar echoed through the valley.
"You dared to barge in here? Tired of living?"
Before its words had faded, it opened its massive jaws and spewed Abyssal hellfire!
The ghostly green flames swept through like a tidal wave. Three mercenaries did not even have time to scream before they were instantly reduced to charred husks.
The orc bellowed and charged forward with his axe, only to be swatted away by a single claw from the Flame Demon. He slammed into the rock wall, and every bone in his body shattered at once.
The centaur's arrows struck the Flame Demon and were incinerated by its flames. Immediately afterward, he was swallowed by a pillar of lava spewed from its backhand.
The troll tried to turn and flee, but two Abyss Lurkers lunged out of the shadows. Their claws tore open his throat, and he collapsed, twitching.
The battle... or rather, the massacre, lasted less than the time it took to burn a stick of incense.
More than twenty bandits had been killed or wounded. The survivors lay limp on the ground, pinned down by the demon undead's claws and tentacles.
The leading first-ring Wizard was scorched black all over and lay twitching on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.
Why?!
Why were