Carnage.
That was the result of surrounding a Demon.
Especially one who healed from the bodies thrown at it. Their reliance on numbers was really coming back to bite them.
But… a few had noticed Vale all along and began charging at him, shooting arrows and whatnot.
However…
Vale's perception was growing more keen by the second. His body was enhancing, growing stronger. Each drop of blood spilled swelled his power.
And with the amount of blood [Domain] had tasted, Vale's power reigned supreme.
He barely had to try to deflect the projectiles with the back of his gauntlet, and any of the warriors who did make it to him were cut down by his blade.
Even the dragonkin warriors with their thick scales started to die to his slashing — he lost the need to methodically thrust to pierce their armor.
Not only that, it seemed Drakthar was much more important than Vale had surmised.
With it dead, all order was lost. Even within the dragonkin.
