"The battle is not over yet."
The mist sparked with a dark purple hue followed with a soft whistling tune. Midnight realized the skill that was used. He tried to escape, but it was too late.
"Sleeping Gas." Trick appeared behind Elena. He towered over the little woman who was now trembling in fear. She held on to the wooden frame as much as she could, unable to do anything.
"Demons really have higher resistance to these skills, huh?" Trick said. He grabbed the painting, but immediately felt an ominous presence. "And yet there's one that shouldn't have been, but now he is."
Midnight slammed his leg to the ground, sending a wave of powerful shake. Trick leaped from the ground, the portrait in his right hand and his free hand ready to cast a skill.
