His teeth pierced through the tough skin, sinking deep into the demon's muscle.
Henry's mouth filled with the demon's blood. The taste almost made him vomit, but he didn't let go.
He tore at it with all his might. The demon let out a pained howl, releasing Henry and throwing him to the ground.
Henry collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, his body covered in wounds.
Just then, the dreamscape began to distort, like smoke blown by the wind. Henry felt an invisible force pulling him out of the wasteland.
He felt that familiar sense of vertigo again. When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in the carriage, back at Ailia's side.
Henry's breathing was ragged, and his forehead was covered in a cold sweat.
He looked at the warhammer clutched in his hand, then at Ailia, who was watching him with concern.
The searing pain coursing through his body, along with the lingering smell of smoke and rot in his nose and mouth, proved that what had just happened was no hallucination.
