Small and large devil-kins appeared around her.
Some were moving through the swamp, and the many ripples could be seen moving within the dark waters.
Others were leaping from the strange dark vegetation and tall and murky trees.
Some were as small as imps, though they were bright red and had a tail.
These impish creatures had the strength of Champions! Stronger were the larger devil-kins of Chorts and Puk lineages.
The central target and direction of this devil-kin rush was Simera. The rage of her recent molestation was still burning.
Her pride and rage had once more been spurred. But even then, the powers she once revealed in the land above could not emerge.
The blades only had the faint light of Force and Magic.
SLASH!
Her sword slashed and struck the neck of one of the imps and severed it!
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
"AHHHHH!" she roared as the imps leaped and attacked. Some drew dark, putrid flames that were thrown like fireballs.
