Both demons, Keika and Teisou stared at Seiya with eyes widened in shock—body frozen and locked in place.
"Kei," The male demon, Teisou, breathed out, still in shock. "Did this brat just shatter my full body statue that weigh tons with his bare hands?" He asked, eyes filled with disbelief.
Keika's lips slowly stretched into a wide exciting grin, goosebumps pricking her skin as she remained staring at Seiya. "Well, he's definitely strong, that's for sure," she remarked thoughtfully in a musing tone.
Standing before Seiya again after regaining her head, she couldn't help the nervous thrill that coursed through her—standing in the presence of a worthy opponent.
Teisou got into a fighting stance, hands clasped together to weave his technique—ready for a fight. Turning to him, Keika exhaled a hot breath, "You don't have to fight, Tei. I know you already expended a lot of energy molding a head for me—and we both know you'd rather sit back to watch a fight than join in," she said.
