The demon circled overhead, casting an enormous shadow.
This kind of demon combined the features of a vulture and a humanoid. Its body was as long as a bull's, and its wings spanned a full five or six meters.
Its skin was a sickly grayish brown. Filthy feathers clustered along its back and wings, reeking of rot, while the rest of its body was hairless.
Vrock. There were always several names for this kind of demon from the Abyss.
But whatever they were called, they were among the most common and loathsome demons in the Abyss.
Although these lesser demons served only as plentiful cannon fodder for greater demons in the Abyss, a single Vrock that descended upon the Material Plane could easily destroy a settlement of several hundred people in mere minutes.
Renato was not surprised by the winged demon Molantro had summoned.
According to the information Raven had provided, this common-born cleric who had defected from the Mizzrym Family was a bona fide demon expert.
During her service to the Mizzrym Family, she had reportedly spent years handling dealings with and summonings of Abyssal demons, accumulating extensive knowledge of demonology.
Rumor even had it that she had spent a night with a powerful Glabrezu. That act of madness had nearly killed Molantro, but it had also earned her more forbidden knowledge of demons.
Had she had the aid of a ritual and a magic circle, Renato would have faced far more than a single Vrock.
The Vrock overhead opened its barbed beak and unleashed a piercing magical screech.
The demon's screech carried the profane magic power of the Lower Planes, spreading in every direction as sound waves. Many of the onlookers in the street clapped their hands over their ears in agony, crimson blood seeping between their fingers.