Damian looked over the battlefield. Even with their King and the biggest advantage gone, they had only stopped momentarily before continuing the fight. All seven demons were still alive. Damian had instructed his transcendants to at least keep the opponents alive if they could. Sam and Einar had already restrained theirs with the giant steel cuffs he had made. The sacrum was the most useful against their black weapons. Now they were doing flashy moves to scare off the demons as they had discussed before the battle.
All remaining demons were continuously shouting, urging their people to keep going even if they lost all hope. They did not believe that there could be any life worth living if they lost. No one would in their position—through their spies, they knew the hate people had toward their kind, even though most of them had no idea if they were even real or not.
