Evalyn landed gracefully on the ground. She swung the sword in her right hand, sending the blood still clinging to the blade scattering through the air.
"So easy," she murmured with a faint smile.
She turned and saw Malgrion standing there—his head severed.
Earlier, Evalyn had seized the moment when Malgrion's vision was obscured by dust and sand and delivered a fatal strike to his neck.
Now, she was certain the demon could not heal himself as he had before.
But suddenly…
"Hahaha! Interesting… very interesting! I've underestimated you. You're far stronger than I thought!"
That mocking laughter came from the direction of the severed head.
Under Evalyn's stunned gaze, Malgrion's body picked up his head and reattached it to his neck.
He twisted it slightly, then settled it back into place.
"Your attack almost killed me. Unfortunately…" The smirk on his face widened. "It was useless!"
Evalyn narrowed her eyes warily. She assumed a fighting stance and leveled her sword at him.
