The Man stood in front of Mammon and Saitan who were lying on the ground, the both of them unable to move after a grueling fight that ended with the Man getting the upper hand.
"He's not just a normal being," Mammon grunted. "The skill I used earlier allowed me to take the skills of the people around the magic circle. I used, combined, and even sacrificed a lot of them just so the others would get stronger but it was no use. This person is still more powerful."
Saitan was laying on his stomach when he slammed his hand on the ground. A large magic circle appeared below them. "Blood Reclamation!"
"Saitan, what are you doing?!" Mammon gasped. "I made a pact with this host. I have to save his life."
"Too late for that now," Saitan yelled. "We'll die together, the Man. We'll bring you to the darkness."
