Continue to fight.

"We keep fighting!" After all the time that's passed, the flame from your sword finally sizzles away into a rising stream of smoke. However, it still glows bright with the power of your allies' spirit. With a deep breath, you once again slide your palm along the flat of the metal and say, "Flare Blade," to reignite your weapon. "Somebody help Dajy!"

As quickly as you could give the command, Tom has already fired an arrow straight towards the devil. However, he raises his hand and projects a barrier to block the shot.

"You call that an attack?" the mage mocks. "Who do you think summoned all these demons, and managed to control them to such an extent? For only three mages to achieve such a feat, you surely must know how powerful we are. How powerful I am. Look what I've done to your mighty high succubus. She kneels to me."

Without an arrow left in his quiver, Tom decides to drop his bow to the ground and instead draw his blade. He sprints into action, running straight past the bound Dajy to lunge towards the mage in hopes of catching him off guard. Mages are generally not great at melee combat after all. However, the mage takes a step back, dodges the strike, and thrusts the end of his staff into Tom's chest.

"Life Drain!" he shouts. Upon casting this spell, Tom begins to shrivel. His energy drain from his body, like the opposite of a healing spell. All the while, the mage appears more lively by the second. "Ah, this feels great--Hnng!"

Delphi flies above, now with her energy bands grabbing the devil's throat. She pulls up, nearly hanging him right then and there. "Around here, you kneel to us!"

Two gnolls come running at you from behind. You narrowly dodge the difficult to predict, feral strikes of the creatures, but as you parry one, you stab it straight through the heart. As it falls, you move to face the other, but find difficulty in finding an opening. It swings with reckless abandon--drool flinging from its gaping maw. However, it reels in pain as Niki slams into it from the side. She lunges forward, and crushes its skull under her mace.

"All right. Now I'm ready to slay a dragon," she says.

Eva keeps close behind her. "Me too. Dragons tend to be very resilient, especially against magic, but I'll keep you all safe from other threats that approach."

Amara places a hand upon your chest. With a trembling inhale, she whispers out, "B--... Bl-Bl--" Her lips purse. If it wasn't for the choker around her neck, she'd be on the ground right now throbbing with pleasure. Instead, she's effectively stuck on the edge. It's frustrating, though also she can't help but feel like she's going to cum regardless. It's a cruel tease, though she wears the item willingly, and once she finally gets the spell out, you remember how powerful she is. "Bless!" she blurts out with a face redder than a tomato. She falls to her knees, but you stand tall with this newfound rush of power.

"We're spread thin!" you shout as you turn back to Lord Vraelion. You see a bright glow coming from between his teeth. He's about to breathe fire. "But we won't lose a single person in this fight. Brace yourselves!"

Niki raises her shield. "I'll block it. Don't worry. Just stand behind--"

"Niki, this has nothing to do with strength! I know you're durable as hell, but you're not immune to fire!"

As the torrent of flames erupts from the dragon's maw, you run up beside Niki as quickly as you can. While she does block some of the blow, you throw your hand forwards in a **** attempt that could very well end in critical injury to yourself, but you have to try. It has to work. Even if Niki makes it out all right, and you somehow do as well, there are so many others in the area. They could take serious damage, or worse. The village is there as well. So many of the houses will fall. This won't work, though. Right? It... No, I can't think like that! It will work!

Suddenly, the dragon's flames swirl like a tornado being sucked into your hand. Your ring, Tol'vuus, absorbs the remainder of the breath attack.

Lord Vraelion looks completely shocked.

With a bestial growl, you throw your hand to the side, and unleash the full might of the attack back at his own people. The stream of scorching flames eliminates the remainder of the troops, apart from a few stragglers which are promptly taken out by your allies.

"... Demon King," the dragon mutters with snarl. "You're too dangerous to be left alive."

"Yet you bend over backwards for a man who hosted a Sports Festival just to attack every everyone in sight and gloat about his power."

"I fail to see the point in your words. Raise your sword and fight me." Just then, a copious amount of mana floods through his body as his front claws rise up from the ground, tearing away from your magic blue tendrils.

Just like Malakae, he's still a mage!

"Look over there!" Eva shouts. She points towards the shattered gate.

Even Lord Vraelion's eyes turn. He must sense who approaches, because the two figures looming there are no ordinary individuals.