Kapitel 578: Deamon's True Desire

Dylan swung his sword with a fluid motion, splattering the thick, dark blood from its steel to the ground. 

The Bloodlust collapsed with a heavy thud, its severed head rolling slowly until it stopped at Dylan's feet. Its eyes were wide with a mix of fury and disbelief, stared up at him even in death. 

But as Dylan gazed at the decapitated head, its features began to blur, shifting from the face of Momoh, the woman of beeauty who had haunted his dreams, to the grotesque, twisted visage of the Bloodlust beast he was more familiar with. The realization filled him with disgust.

He stepped back, shaking his head as the world around him began to change. The once seductive scene melted away like a mirage, revealing the gruesome reality of his surroundings.