Derith, a demon prodigy of the Pride Clan, seized the chaotic tension like a predator spotting weakness.
He used Hermes's frame as a clever cover, materializing suddenly before Alice.
His clawed hand stretched out with lethal intent, aiming straight for her vulnerable neck.
Sharp talons gleamed under the dim, flickering lights of the battlefield, the air humming with his suppressed demonic energy.
Alice didn't react as she usually might.
No dodge, no counterstrike, just a calm, almost resigned stillness.
She simply nodded her head, as if granting silent permission to proceed.
Derith couldn't comprehend the strange gesture.
Confusion flickered briefly in his crimson eyes, but he pressed on regardless, refusing to let the oddity derail his assault.
His claws slashed forward with brutal speed.
"Huh?" Derith muttered in bewilderment, his voice laced with sudden disorientation.
