The demons came in a flood.
A spear punched through one of the human soldiers before Aeron could reach him. The man choked, tried to swing anyway, then vanished beneath a pile of claws.
Another soldier screamed as arrows made of bone tore into his chest. Irel leapt onto a root and fired down into the crowd, dropping three demons in rapid succession before a hooked chain wrapped around his ankle and yanked him from the branch.
He hit the ground painfully, and the demons were on him instantly. Aeron's teeth clenched as he watched them all die within the space of no less than a second.
"Damn it!"
He tried to move toward him, but Zenovia appeared at his side and grabbed his arm.
"No, it's too late for that already. We leave."
"Darin!"
