บท 339: Behind the Streets 4

"Ah, you catch on quickly," I remarked, my voice dripping with perverse satisfaction. "You see, Xander, demons have a keen eye for potential, and they derive pleasure from manipulating and breaking those who show promise. Your anguish, your pursuit of vengeance—those emotions are like sweet nectar to them."

"SHUT UP!"

CLANK

His response was immediate, his attacks resuming with even more intensity. His claws sliced through the air with deadly precision, his blood magic and poison weaving a deadly dance around him.

SWOOSH

I evaded his strikes with agile movements, my aura fortifying my defenses. But this dance of violence wasn't just about the physical clash; it was about dismantling his conviction, one piece at a time.

CLANK