Slash! Slash! Slash!
The Hatred Demon's claws tore through the air, cutting down clone after clone in a frenzy of crimson strikes.
The [Blood Domain] was thick with the scent of iron, the mist swirling around it like a living thing, distorting vision and sound.
Yet, despite its rage, the demon couldn't shake the irritation gnawing at its mind.
Twice now.
Twice, it had fallen for cheap tricks, illusions, distractions, psychological warfare.
But no more.
This time, it wouldn't be fooled.
Even in this domain, a place that should have been its own battlefield, the human had turned the tables.
A fleeting thought crossed its mind:
'Should I use my final ability?'
The mere consideration was absurd.
That power wasn't something to be wasted lightly.
The last time it had unleashed it was centuries ago, during an era when gods still trembled at its name.
And now, this human, this insignificant, fleeting mortal, was making it contemplate using it again?
