Chapter 26: [You can call me the Devil]
Two figures stood before the dark deity statue.
One was the undead, still burning in the eerie black flames.
The other—a demon clad in a red mask, bleeding but unyielding.
They had never seen anything this insane.
This was no ordinary fight.
This was a dance of shadows and death.
Kael’s breath steadied, the burning pain in his side a dull throb beneath his focus.
The black flames licking at the undead’s form hissed and writhed like living shadows, but the creature moved with an eerie grace—an ancient predator undeterred by torment.
They faced each other beneath the looming statue, silence thick and heavy, broken only by the faint crackle of dying embers.
Kael’s grip tightened on his sword. Every movement from here on was deliberate, measured—a dance between life and death.
The undead shifted, raising its skull-shield and sword in a slow, deliberate arc, each strike echoing hollowly.