Prologue
A corpse collapsed, missing its legs.
"Mihael! To your left!"
Another body slumped to the ground, headless.
Mihael Rivers cut through another zombie with his longsword, grinning.
"Nice."
His teammate, Sapphire, noted while pushing yet another zombie off her scimitar.
An arrow whistles through the air, before embedding itself in one of the last two zombies.
"Nice shot, V!" called Mihael.
Then the longsword shattered on the fourth zombie, and all hell broke loose.
-L/B-
A red-skinned creature that can best be described as 'minotaur and a demon mashed together' showed his pleasure via schreeching as he reached from his prison into the real world. It was about time for his return.
-L/B-
Withengar towered over a broken body. His laughter brought shivers down Mihael's spine.
So! Who's next?
The telepathy also brought shivers down Mihael's spine. Nonetheless, he and his team charged. They knew they stood little chance against the demon, but they also knew that they couldn't run. They wouldn't get far.
Sapphire cast barkskin on Mihael, while Mihael cast cat's grace in return. Mihael charged, swinging a greataxe at Withengar. To his surprise, the flesh gave way slightly under his weapon's blow, and Withengar screeched in rage. Mihael's thoughts of their winning being a possibility were cut short as the demon lord slammed it's longsword into his side, and his world went dark.
-L/B-
The silence was deafening. The total stillness wasn't helping either. For a moment, or maybe several, everything stopped.
But then, something 'clicked', and the universes started to move again.
