There was no one to come to the demon child's aid, and it seemed like his screams fell on deaf ears.
But, was that the case? Was no one around to help the helpless demon child as he was used as a guinea pig for an experiment he knew nothing of?
Maybe someone could still save him. Maybe there was still hope.
By the time the demon child had crossed the second line of fire, his feet were wobbly and blood flowed down his legs like rivulets. The flesh was sizzling and the blood flowing through the cuts made the demon howl with pain.
For a moment, he contemplated lying down and never getting up. But the brakyen continued taunting it with the blood, the vial dangling in his hand high up in the air.
