Yarin's POV:
Just as I swung my sword, the nearly lifeless crow suddenly struggled, flapping its wings weakly. The scattered embers had become very faint, but they still bravely surged toward Azazel, burning the last remnants of their lives and transforming into fiery chains that firmly imprisoned the demon in place.
At this moment, Azazel finally revealed a sinister expression. He understood that he couldn't escape this strike, but he didn't want to submit without a fight. A dense black mist oozed from his body, and within that mist, there were faint whispers. Just before my sword touched the black fog, a woman broke through and collided with my blade!
I realized it was too late to pull back. The sharp blade easily made a deep, bone-revealing wound across the woman's body. Black blood immediately gushed out, splattering me from head to toe.
