Horuda was more than ten thousand years old, and as a Demon Lord, he had fought countless battles where his life could end at any time. By using his experience and the threat of death, he was able to push his body beyond its limits and move his head just in time to avoid the white sword cutting it in half.
'My body can resist it!' Horuda was sure the damage he would take would not be too much, even after taking the attack head-on.
A hurricane charged with superheated plasma was blasted in every direction as the sword descended.
When the white sword landed in his chest, the Demon Lord knew he had underestimated the power it carried.
Only one word came to Horuda's mind as the white sword broke his collarbone, destroyed his ribs, and incinerated his right lung.
'Heavy.' The Demon Lord felt as if a sharp meteorite had collided with him.
