Close to the Federation walls, the demon threat was usually weak. That wasn't a comforting thing, it was tactical. The stronger demons rarely approached unless a skirmish was initiated, and those that did?
They were met with the full might of the Federation.
Leon knew this well.
Which made this current situation all the more disturbing.
'How the hell did an A-rank bypass our sensors?'
'It shouldn't be here.'
But it was.
And now that it was out in the open, Leon knew one thing for certain, it was only a matter of time before the Federation locked onto it and sent reinforcements.
He just had to survive until then.
The demon shrieked from above, diving with a savage war cry, its massive greatsword trailing shadowy energy as it descended.
Leon gritted his teeth, blood on his lips, and commanded his astral construct.
"Clap!"
