The demon king slowly stepped out of the dust cloud that I had put him in, and within seconds, I could see him in his full glory, a large horizontal scar in his armor created from my blood slash and a small fist-sized hole that expanded out with a cobweb of cracks in his abdomen.
The armor looked like it would have shattered into a million pieces with a single touch, but I continued to look at it without moving once.
The demon king was cracking his neck while looking at me in the eyes. I could see many emotions flaring inside him, but I did not do anything rash as I did not want to stand out enough for him to attack me out of the blue.
I felt like I was looking at an apex predator, something I had not felt ever since my first death against the T-Rex. It was a feeling I did not even feel from Blanca, someone much more powerful than the T-Rex and me...
