Andrew stood atop wreckage shouting commands.
"...LEFT!"
"Don't let the bastards through!"
A squad of soldiers immediately shifted formation.
Another demon climbed over the broken barricade.
Andrew sighed.
"...Seriously?"
He jumped.
His scythe swept across the demon's neck.
The head spun through the air.
Before it even landed—
A horned monster charged.
Andrew caught its face.
Lifted it.
Then slammed it into the pavement hard enough to crack the stone.
"...I'm trying to command here."
"You guys are making it difficult."
A nearby soldier shouted,
"Captain!"
"What do we do next?!"
Andrew opened his mouth—
Only for another hybrid to burst through a nearby house.
"...Can I finish one sentence?"
The hybrid lunged.
Andrew buried his scythe into its chest.
Twisted.
Pulled.
The corpse hit the ground.
He pointed toward the nearest lieutenant.
"You."
"You lead."
The lieutenant blinked.
"...Me?"
"Congratulations."
"You've been promoted."
Before the poor man could protest—
Andrew was already gone.
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He sprinted across the battlefield.
One glance was enough.
"...Huh."
"These weird demon monster human like hybrids..."
"...There's barely any left."
He counted instinctively.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
"...Five."
"...Good."