- POV General -
In the huge cellar representing the last room of this place, trapped under hundreds of meters below ground, the warriors of the Elysium Empire would strike as one. The griffin they were fighting was not at its best, but neither were they, and in a few seconds the battle would be decided. Just as Persea's roots had disappeared, so they had all lunged.
All the soldiers had jumped from the ceiling to rush towards the griffin that was now several meters below them. Each of them had prepared what they could in order to strike the demon with all their might. With a synchronized cry from their hearts, souls, and courage, they had dashed forward even though their hands were shaking because they were ready to finish it off.
