The Green-Flame Skulls spewed viscous Netherworld Ghostfire. Anything it touched erupted, flesh blistered, spirits sizzled.
Garrick fought both leaders alone. Tiger-claw strikes tore open space, forcing them back. yet coordinated assaults and cursed relics steadily closed around him. Ghostfire grazed his left arm. it hissed, chewing flesh and spirit alike, drawing a snarl of pain.
Blood streamed from gouges cut clear to the bone.
Nearby, Gavin and Yvette stood back-to-back, still nursing old wounds, trading desperate blows with several demon cultivators.
A chain coiled round Gavin's axe. Another assailant darted in, a poisoned dagger aimed at his exposed spine.
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