Your sister positionned and shout, only spooking and alerting the viking. The fight will likely be really tight.
You focus on cleanse, not letting the world distract you of your last magic...
>Crit : All remaining corpse cleansed>>5492243>Demon's attack on you : 12,12,8,5,4 : 0 SuccessMeanwhile the thing on the altar rise, and attempt to punch you. You glance, ready to dodge, and the demon lower its arm.
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">What's even the point?</span></span>"
You raise a scaly protuberance shielding your eyes from water, a scalebrow of sorts.
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">What does sleep grants? Dreams. Divination. Planning. My lord and my kind are the ones drawing plans spanning years, century. I lacked sight, but this was probably calculated, and why Nukuja put a half-wrath spawn in charge? I was doomed, really. So let's enjoy the show, and please grant me a quick mercy.</span></span>"
You don't grasp what's happening, until you hear Guillot drop his sword for his luth, play an arpeggio while singing " <span class="mu-b"> Hectooooor, Hectooooor </span>", then strums madly while his song picks up in rhythm and intensity, providing a quality mood setter for the scene upon your eyes.
Hector is glowing under the effect of his Light Blade spell. However, the light propagated to each metal piece he's currently wearing, down to his leather's boot iron hoops. His movements, impossibly swift, turns the incarnated demon in minced mangled meat. Then, he goes toward the door. Letting the norsemen come, his next strikes ensure the world turns into a better place with less tormentors, torturers and rapists.
Your sister, dumbfounded, only watches. The other knight, not wanting to interfere with the Heroic Deed, stepped away and got carried into Guillot's song, punctuating all his verse with "White knight".
Once the humans have been dealt with, Hector steps toward the altar. One swift slays the demon, beheading it.
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">Congratulation, but are you a merely sand in the gears of the master plan, brought there by improbable luck, or a cog unknowing of his own role? </span></span>"
Hector strikes again, dissolving the severed head in a cracking sound. The rest of the bodies follows and disappears in the void.
>Congratulation for retaking the Family castle of Gwendolyne 