"Have you been well, trash?"
The demon with her hair like the first blossoms of spring shuddered as my voice echoed through the underground chamber. The pool of water collected at the bottom rippled as I took a step ahead.
Like an old door creaking open, an inch at a time, the demon turned its head to face the voice that had called it out.
"H-how…" the demon muttered. The demon, the true body of Dantalian, was now in front of me again.
Was she planning to bring backup from above? It was useless, there was nothing up there we couldn't crush in just a minute.
It was also useless to try and read our moves now.
I could always put Noa back in my spatial storage and use her like a Pokemon.
I took another step.
The demon quivered.
"Aren't you happy to see me? I am a little hurt."
"Hah…"
Dantalian, still trembling, let out a laugh.
"Hahaha… hahaahahaha…."
I took another step.
She flinched but didn't stop laughing.
