The swordsman paused in front of the giant half spider, half beautiful woman on fire. Truly amazed how the power of the Soul of Life could transform a being into something so… disturbing. The demon launched lava out of its' mouth, as to stop the swordsman from advancing too close to it. At the same time the upper half of the being slashed in seemingly unstoppable fury at the undead. He could not find an opening, he lifted his left hand and fire was summoned forward, traveling towards the demon.
The smoke cleared, the demon smiling and still in-tact. Never before had the swordsman faced an enemy as powerful as this. Strike. The opening was noticed, both by the swordsman and by the demon… the leg of the beast was struck, but powerful magic bursted from the center of the demon, and darkness took over the swordsman.
The process was repeated, over and over again. Every time the swordsman grew more and more hollow. It took over.
The hollow wandered out of Blight town, defeated… powerless. The thirst for humanity had returned in full force, and the hollow felt a pull towards the lost city, the dead city.