The demon's aura which was unleashed like an explosion now stopped as he took his true form.
His earlier appearance was a disguise. It was meant to blend him into his surroundings—like an alternate skin that served purely as camouflage. It concealed his true strength and lured his prey into underestimating him before striking when they least expected it.
Now he knew that the individuals standing before him, whom he had referred to as 'specimens' wouldn't fall for his tricks. They were strong. They knew what they were up against. Besides, there was one among them who had broken out of the spell he cast.
'That wasn't an ordinary spell I cast on her.' The demon frowned at Shika, 'She should've been broken from the inside. Yet, she stands. On top of that, she has that half-sword. I can sense. It's enormous in magical abilities. I should be worried around her.'
He thought, keeping the sinister smile on his face and shifting his gaze at Zanthrix.
