The demon lunged, claws slicing through the air with unnatural speed.
Damien dodged just in time, twisting his body as the demonic talons slashed through the spot where his neck had been a fraction of a second ago.
The force of the attack tore through the rocky ground, leaving deep gashes on the dungeon floor.
Fast.
Damien barely had time to regain his footing before the demon pressed forward again, its eyes gleaming with malice and fury.
"You move well," the demon mused, tilting its head, voice smooth yet filled with sinister amusement. "Most humans would be dead by now."
Damien said nothing, tightening his grip on his sword.
This wasn't his first time fighting a Grade Three Demon, but something about this one was different—stronger.
The mana pressure around it felt heavier, and unlike other demons he had faced, this one spoke fluently, its words sharp and intelligent.
It wasn't a mindless beast.
It was calculating.
And that made it far more dangerous.
