One landed a heavy blow on my shoulder, tearing through fabric and skin.

The pain was immediate and intense, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through it, refusing to give in.

"Doru, Dante, cover me!" I shouted over the roar of the battle.

Without missing a beat, Doru was at my side, his martial arts skills were a blur as he fended off the attacking demons.

Dante, meanwhile, began chanting a healing spell, his hands glowed with a soft, soothing light as he targeted my injury.

The energy washed over me, dulling the pain and slowly mending the torn flesh.

I couldn't help but release a sigh of relief, my body was sagging slightly as the intense pain subsided.

But we didn't have time to rest. The demons were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless, and I had my hope to meet Hector here.

With a shared glance, we knew we had to change our strategy.

"Dante, we need a barrier," Doru called, his voice sounded strained but steady.

Dante nodded, already pulling out a piece of chalk and beginning to draw a protective circle around us.

As he completed the circle, he began a chant, his voice begin grow louder and more confident with each word.

The circle started to glow, the light was growing brighter and more intense until a barrier of energy sprang up around us.

The demons were kept at bay, their claws and fangs were unable to penetrate the mystical shield.

"Doru, we need to find their leader," I said, my voice was hoarse from shouting and fighting. "If we can take them out, the rest should scatter."

Doru nodded, his eyes scanned the battlefield for any sign of the demon leader. After a moment, he pointed towards a figure larger and more menacing than the rest.

"There," he said. "That's our target."

"Shit.." It wasn't Hector after all, well, I hoped. I really wanted it to be him, no matter how dangerous it might've been.. I wanted to meet him here.

But the time was running, and we had no idea how long did we have left in this portal.

So, with renewed purpose, we prepared to charge into the fray once more, our sights set on the demon leader.

We knew this wouldn't be an easy fight, but we were determined to protect the the dorms and and innocent people there.

Not everyone was gifted with magic abilities.

As we stepped out of the barrier, prepared to face the swarm of demons and their leader, a sense of unity and resolve coursed through us. We were in this fight together, we looked almost like a team.

The world outside our protective barrier was a maelstrom of chaos.

Roars of the demonic horde filled the air, a cacophonous symphony of terror that echoed off the barren landscape.

The ground beneath our feet trembled with their fury, each vibration a promise of the battle to come.

The demon leader towered over the rest, a grotesque figure of nightmarish proportions.

Its eyes were burning coals in its gnarled face, and its body was a twisted mockery of the human form, hunched and bulging with raw, unholy power.

With a deep breath, I steeled myself for the fight.

My heart pounded in my chest like a war drum, setting the rhythm for the dance of death we were about to engage in.

As we broke through the barrier, the demons swarmed towards us.

Their roars were deafening, the sound was vibrating in my chest, causing my breath to hitch.

But I pushed the fear aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Doru was a whirling dervish of power and precision, his fists and feet connecting with brutal efficiency.

Dante, his eyes seemed glowing with arcane power, was casting spells of protection and attack.

"Mirana Giru.."

I threw myself into the fray, my body moved with a mind of its own.

My training kicked in, each move was like a practiced response to the onslaught of claws and fangs.

A demon lunged at me, its roar a guttural sound that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.

I sidestepped its attack, my own counter swift and lethal.

My fist connected with its jaw, the impact sending it sprawling to the ground.

I didn't have time to celebrate the small victory, as another demon was already charging at me. historical

I ducked under its outstretched claws, driving my elbow into its midsection.

The demon howled in pain, but its retaliation was swift.

It raked its claws across my arm, the sharp pain a stark reminder of the danger we were in.

Ignoring the pain, I pivoted on my heel, landing a high kick on the demon's face.

It stumbled backward, giving me enough time to rush forward and land a finishing blow.

The battle was a blur of motion and sound, each second a fight for survival.

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and blood, the ground beneath us slick with the remnants of our fight.

Through the chaos, I spotted the demon leader. It was at the center of the horde, watching the battle with a cruel smirk on its face.

"This fucker!" I sneered.

Taking another deep breath, I charged towards it, dodging and weaving through the swarm of demons.

Each step seemed like a battle in itself, but I was fueled by a determination that was stronger than any fear or pain.

"I'll get you!"

As I reached the leader, I could feel its dark power radiating off it in waves.

It roared, a sound that shook the earth beneath us, but I didn't falter.

I met its gaze, my own determination mirrored in its burning eyes.

With a battle cry, I lunged forward, my fist aimed at its heart.

The demon leader swung its massive arm at me, but I ducked under the blow and struck. My fist connected, and the demon leader howled in pain.

The fight was far from over...