The questioning shout wasn't from Iwan; instead, it was the old demon.
"It cut."
Iwan expressed his excitement while sensing the sword passing through a slight resistance. This was enough for Iwan to know that he had left a cut on the old demon. While Iwan looked satisfied, the old demon seemed lost.
The old demon was staring at a particular place on the right side of his chest.
At the start, the sword had landed on his chest, and it had equally matched the sword in toughness, but suddenly as the motion of swing continued, a small, no, not even a small but tiny scratch was left.
"You."
The old demon bit his lips while blinking rapidly as though he was trying to hold back a stream of tears ready to flow anytime.
His silence and sadness were not because of the tiny scratch but the place where the scratch was left.
