Prestige Grinding : I Can Reset My Level

Sora watched as the demon materialized above Hiyoko, his blade descending with lethal precision. Instead of worrying about her, Sora smiled. 'She sure got better at acting… pretending to be reckless when all her actions are premeditated.'

He had noticed it earlier—the subtle movement of her wing, a single feather falling downward and brushing against the demon's body. It looked incidental, a product of her random flight pattern, but Sora knew better. That feather was deliberate.

With Hiyoko disappearing before the blade could hit her, he could sense Netsu's body relax as well.

Glancing at her profile status, Sora sighed, still amazed by how strong she had become. Her species, her unique abilities—they were on a level that defied common sense. A smile appeared on his face as he imagined what his enemies would endure when faced with her.