Chapter 6: Pure Will
Darian's mind kicked into gear surprisingly fast. After spending fifteen days straight training and fighting nonstop, he could now slip into a mode that said: Either I come up with something fast, or we're screwed.
First, he thought of the obvious: his curse. But he'd already tried to use it and was sure—he didn't have that white or black power anymore. After dying to that monster, he'd lost everything he'd built up.
"Hehehe... your demon woman, the King sent me to check if you were already dead; but looks like that pill alone wasn't enough. I'll take care of you myself."
The deep, malicious voice echoed. The figure stopped in front of them, bringing his blade dangerously close.
"See this? This is a soul-corroding blade. Hope you enjoy its little effects. Since you refuse to die, I'll deliver you to the King instead—and the fun will only get better from there."
*Slash!*
Right after he finished speaking, the blade moved subtly and slashed her...
*Clang!*
But the sound of it hitting something almost metallic rang out.
"Oh? Your scales are pretty tough, huh. But no one's coming to save you. Let's see how long your defenses hold."
His voice was filled with amusement as the blade moved again. Now faster and stronger, it struck the same spot precisely—just below her line of sight.