(Dairen view)

Dairen raised his hand, summoning up thousands upon thousands of undead from his shadows. Their bodies were mixed with magic, bones, muscles, and dead skin, bringing with it an intimidating aura that anyone would set their eyes upon. His undead creatures were from past monsters that he had slain and subjugated, making up his own army.

It wasn’t an easy battle to grow his large number of monsters, but the blood, sweat, and tears that he put with it brought him the power of his own. Even the last fight against the swarm of the demon army brought him a boon which fluffed up his numbers past ten thousand undead behind him.

The first undead monsters clashed against the streams of monsters that came chasing after him, tearing, breaking, and even trying to overcome one another in one fell swoop.

Even the power between his undead and the oncoming monsters was significant compared to his first encounter.

The slew of experience points that came to him helps him rapidly grow.

Dairen rode his undead tiger, pulling out his bow.

Observing for any disturbance, he knocked an arrow.

He squeezed his leg, telling the tiger to move to the right.

The tiger followed his directions, slowly keeping its pace, so Dairen wouldn’t be thrown off when he sent his arrow.

Dairen pulled back his strings, letting go as the magic started to grow bigger and bigger. A blast of dark magic arrows flew through the air, cutting through ten monsters.

One after another, Dairen kept sending out magic arrows, taking out clusters of monsters as time went by, but even still, the neverending monster parade didn’t stop. Instead, it seems to grow in numbers.

Time flew by, his repetitive magic arrow shooting was sent out to the problem areas as the monsters seemed to congregate around the less powerful, trying to take out his weaker pawns.

Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his Tiger General reappear from the right.

The tiger's powerful fist came thundering down, taking out a slew of monsters in one blow.

Dairen was glad that he had one of the four generals with him. Mainly because they were the powerhouse that kept him safe and his army. He could already tell where the other three generals were, but he didn’t recall them over anytime soon. They were life insurances, and for now, he and the Tiger general were able to deal with what they could.

The tiger general roared with life. His voice burst outward, creating an ugly shockwave that made the other monsters shudder in fright. Many of them had their eardrums burst, causing them harm. They fell to the ground, dead.

Dairen knocked another magical arrow. His gaze sharpened, looking into the oncoming swarms.

There were a few handfuls of powerful demons in the mix of monsters. Without a second thought, he fired.

The first arrow hit an unsuspecting demon square in the face, taking off his head in one fell swoop. Then, another arrow took a chunk out of his arms, leaving behind a half-dying demon.

Instantly, the powerful demons that were mixed in the crowd of monsters were up on guard.

Every time they saw Dairen knock another magical arrow, they were on guard, waiting for him to shoot.

Dairen kept firing, one after another, trying to take out as many high-level demons as he could. The rest of the army was slowly being chipped away by Dairen’s skeletal army. He knew this was going to be another long night and braced himself to stall the army as long as possible.

*****

(Mike’s View)

Swarms of monsters pulled through the city, attacking even harder than before. Some of the brave monsters to challenge the sacred trees would throw themselves in the hopes of taking it down.

Still, none of them succeeded.

Burnt flesh and disintegrated bodies of ashes laid around in circles of each tree, creating a barrier of its own.

It has been a long night. The fight seemed to be endless, and the monster was getting stronger every hour. There were times when they thought the army would have broken through.

Suddenly, a thundering cloud of magic roared with life, creating a blistering effect of blood and electricity lingering in the air.

Everyone felt a powerful wave of energy swoop in from a distance, coming closer and closer. Then, it was a suffocating descent.

Even the power from the sacred trees was becoming smaller than before.

The Demon King Daemon was here.

Mike turned in the direction, wondering who it was.

“Demon King Daemon!” The voice rang with such ferocity that Mike could feel goosebumps on his arms.

A violent gust of wind appeared past Mike, heading straight toward King Daemon. A clash of red and black electrified around them, followed by a burst of energy that rebounded outward.

Any monsters that were near its vicinity were pushed back or obliterated.

Not even a few seconds later, A streak of blue flew past, following closely behind Mr. Rogers. A trace of an electric blue dragon zipped through the air, crashing against the Demon King. A violent punch in the guts, followed by a front thrust kick in the stomach.

The Demon King flew backward and slid across the ground, taking down the large redwood trees with it.

Mr. Jay snarled, snorting out a burst of flames out of his nose. “Now, Falcon!” He shouted.

A burst of white light was shot downward as a net appeared and tangled up the Demon King. Falcon was perched on the branches with a giant bazooka over his shoulder.

“I got him!” Falcon's fist pumped.

Streams of blood escaped from King Demon’s mouth. He spat out blood from his mouth. A burst of laughter erupted from his lips.

All three of them wondered why he was laughing.

“Is this all you have got?” King Daemon said with arrogance. “I thought you could hit harder than this.”

“Shut up!” Mr. Rogers flew over, stomping harshly into King Daemon’s stomach. He didn’t stop, trying his best to stomp him to the ground.

Suddenly, Mr. Rogers was punched back, causing him to be thrown into the air and away.

The Demon King slowly got up, brushing aside Mr. Roger’s attack.

Mike held in his breath, realizing how unfazed King Daemon was. It was as if that whole fight was just a bug bite.

Mr. Rogers got up, a slip of blood ran down the side of his lips.

“What a welcome.” King Daemon said with glee. “It's been a while since my body actually felt something.”

Mr. Rogers brushed the blood off his lips. “You killed James!” He said with vehemence.

“James?” King Daemon asked quizzically, then his memory slowly came together, realizing who it was. “Ah, that prey.”

“He is not prey.”

King Daemon shrugged his shoulders. “They are dead and of no importance; why bother bringing back the long-lost past?”

Mr. Rogers snarled, showing off his vampiric teeth. “You destroyed our home, killed our families, and turned us into monsters. What do you mean you don’t remember?”

“I have destroyed and conquered so many worlds that the faces are just blurred. Even now, I don’t know who you are.”

Mr. Rogers bolted forward. Raising up her hand, he took a bite out of his finger, opening up a small wound.

Blood spilled out, creating a bloody sword in his hand.

Both King Daemon and Mr. Rogers were in a back and forth epic battle with a vicious slash.

Even Falcon and Mr. Jay stepped in to combat King Daemon.

Mike was dazzled by the trio of monstrous strength. He pushed himself as well as he was inspired to fight like them.

Mr. Jay sent out a blast of fire, completely covering King Daemon in its flames. Even still, King Daemon stepped out from the fire as if nothing had injured him. Then, his claws extended, he punched King Daemon in the face. With lightning speed, his tail wrapped around his arm and pushed King Daemon off balance.

King Daemon momentarily stumbled but stopped himself. Instead, he grabbed Mr. Jay’s tail and yanked back.

Mr. Jay was thrown off guard. King Daemon filled his fist with his energy and punched him in the guts. Mr. Jay stumbled; King Daemon sent out a powerful beam of dark energy into Mr. Jay.

At the last minute, Mr. Jay barely dodged. A large cut dug into his side.

“This wretched worm.” King Daemon said with annoyance. “Be gone.”

Suddenly, a scream of black energy was sent outward, hitting everybody in the vicinity with a powerful blow.