Minho was patiently observing the demon in front of him. Anyal was also smirking at him, not flinching from his site. They were locked in a silent battle, each trying to read through the other's thoughts. The place was completely empty. Not even a single spirit was roaming there and for some reason, Minho did not even spot a reaper.
He had been locked in there for hours and it was probably the fifth day already. Only a few hours remained for the ritual and Minho still could not figure out what Anyal was really planning.
"You're not afraid at all, Hwang Minho," Anyal commented. "As if you're not afraid of losing."
"I won't lose to you," Minho said as if stating a fact.
"The mighty Hwang Minho!" Anyal sighed. "The richest man in the country is helpless against a poor demon like me. How interesting…"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!