Maya's body was thrown down the street. She coughed up a mouthful of blood as she scraped her back against the cobblestone path.
She left a trail that consisted of both dried and wet blood.
Maya got up to her feet once she stopped sliding. If one were to look at her back, one would see part of her spine and ribcage through the torn flesh.
Edmund laughed.
"You're on your last legs, aren't you?"
Maya let out a growl while her head raised to the sky.
"...I've always been on my last legs."
Suddenly, cracks formed on Maya's face. A black horn emerged from her forehead while her flesh regrew. But not her skin.
Edmund's eyes narrowed.
"What, a demon?"
He clenched his fist.
"...How is that possible?"
Edmund leaped forward, throwing a punch towards Layla while she appeared to be in a daze.
His fist was just half a meter away when Maya suddenly snapped out of her stupor, grabbing Edmund's wrist. His bones snapped.
