'Shit.' Belphegor hated cuss words almost as much as he hated complicated situations. Still, this one called for it.
He had poured everything into restraining Sai, only for it to be undone by something as childish as the power of love.
The attack hadn't done much to Sai's body. Instead, it had struck his soul, and the damage to his spirit had disrupted the harmony and synchrony between body and soul.
Looking up, Belphegor met Sai's gaze and instantly understood his intention.
'Trying to pick off the weak link, huh?'
He laughed inwardly, though a faint spark of anger still burned in his chest.
"It's not going to be that easy."
Wiping the blood trickling from his nose, Belphegor steadied his breathing and focused.
'He's ready for me.'
Sai's eyes narrowed as every muscle in his body relaxed before tightening once more.
The pressure of battle was dragging him into a higher realm, forcing him to evolve if he wanted to win.
His mind and body surged beyond their previous limits.
