Damien exhaled, stepping back from the demon's motionless body, his fingers tightening around his sword hilt. His wounds stung, and his muscles ached from the intensity of the battle, but it was over.
Or so he thought.
Then—
Brrrrrrr…
A low rumble echoed through the dungeon.
Damien's eyes snapped back to the demon.
The air around it distorted, waves of thick, dark mana pulsating from its collapsed form.
Krrrr…
A sharp crackling noise filled the chamber as the demon's golden eyes snapped open once more.
It wasn't dead.
Damien took an instinctive step back.
The demon's body began to rise, but it didn't stand normally. Its limbs twitched unnaturally, its spine bending at odd angles as it floated upward, darkness swirling around its form like living shadows.
Then—
Bwaaaaam!!
A new aura exploded outward, far stronger than before.
The pressure was immediate.
