Chapter 482: A Demon's Desire

I was initially on the lookout for someone, but I ended up simply watching the landscape—how it changed due to the effects of war.

The conflicting crowd was so lively that they took my attention in no time.

There was no joy to be found in war, but extermination had a certain feel to it. It was difficult to resist enjoying it when you were the one on the winning side.

As I watched the Demons get utterly squashed, a feeling of satisfaction permeated my heart. 'I shouldn't like this, but...'

If I had to dirty my hands, the best way to do it would be to at least take pride in it. It would be incredibly heavy on any person if they couldn't at least enjoy whatever task they undertook.

I was no different.

As I watched the battle, a blade was launched at me from above.

It came from a blood lusted individual who had been glaring at me for some time.

Using Spellcraft in combination with Sensory Magic, I was well aware of my surroundings. His attack couldn't catch me by surprise.