The fog thickened into a swirling wall, and a dozen armored undead rose in unison, shields raised, blades gleaming with spectral fire.
Damon didn't even flinch. His lips twitched as he looked past the impressive spectacle to the kid who was grinning like an evil villain. He let out a sigh. Yup, this was going to take him a long time… unless…
Damon, all of a sudden, grinned even more wickedly. It was time to show who was the real villain here. He decided to demonstrate his 'product' first hand. A good salesman would never miss such a marketing situation.
Without any hesitation, he took out a vial with his spit and right in front of the kid's eyes, he popped the cork and tossed the contents into the wind. Before the boy could react, he used [Wind Bullet], a simple skill now dangerous and deadly.
