As Anthony deftly weaved through the throngs of demons, his mind focused intently on his next move.
'OP system, I need my katana'
[Ding]
[Affirmative, Host]
In an instant, the system responded, seamlessly acquiring a new katana for Anthony.
Its sleek blade materializing as if summoned by his very will.
With the katana now in his grasp, Anthony's fighting style shifted seamlessly.
His muscles relaxed ever so slightly, but it did nothing to lessen the potency of his strikes.
His knees bent, and in an instant, he launched himself upwards, propelling toward the ceiling with explosive force.
But the demons were relentless in their pursuit.
A B+ rank demon leapt in perfect synchrony, its movements a mirror to Anthony's.
Its claws shot forward, aiming for the kill.
Its eyes burned crimson with ferocity, and its horns spiraled from its temples, a grotesque crown of malice.
