And so, the two exchanged hundreds more blows in just a few seconds.
A flurry of claw and fist, shadow and bone. The floor beneath them cracked, the air between them vibrated.
But at the hundredth strike, a powerful and massive aura erupted from Prish.
He had waited long enough; it was time to act.
He took a step back, dodging yet another of the skeleton's blows without apparent effort.
"Take this!"
Leaping high into the air and spreading his arms, a rift of dense darkness formed around him.
Space fractured, and the devil vanished, swallowed by the darkness. A soundless implosion followed, as if reality itself had been consumed.
"…??"
Drae'mon stared at the spot where the devil had disappeared for a few seconds before turning to his master with a questioning look.
"…"
Needless to say, no one— not even Jeremy— expected something like that…
Had he escaped?
The boy did not think it was possible to escape his domain that way, and yet the devil had done it.
