The previous explosion had left an impact, but Demon Jingul was still standing. Its body was now covered in burns, with thick smoke rising from its charred flesh. The demon roared in fury, its glowing golden eyes now seething with even greater hatred. But Erik wasn't frozen by fear—he saw only one thing: an opportunity.
"Henes, how many grenades do we have left?" Erik asked quickly, his gaze never leaving the monster.
Henes swiftly reached for his belt, counting in his head before replying. "Six… and one big shot left!" He pointed at the bazooka strapped to his back.
Erik glanced at the weapon for a brief second before nodding. "Good. We can't just keep shooting at it—we need a coordinated strike."
Taking a deep breath, he turned to his comrades, who stood amid the smoke and raging flames. "We'll distract it. Everyone, grab your grenades and wait for my signal!"
Without hesitation, the soldiers took out their grenades, gripping them tightly as they awaited their orders.
