Arthur paused in disbelief when his sword was stopped by the demon. For a while now, he thought Dark Sister was the strongest weapon against a demon. Was he wrong…? Perhaps he missed something.
They stared at each other for a moment and all his courage was consumed by the demon's blue eyes. The black aura around it expanded and Arthur started to feel a weakness in his hands.
'This thing is too strong.' He thought
"Haven't you learned anything? If you wanted to kill me, use cursed energy!" The demon laughed loudly with a crazed smile and recovered the severed arm to its original state—it was black with small red cracks from the shoulder and down.
'Is that an injury?' Arthur asked himself, noticing the cracks on the demon's arm.
"Focus. My lord!" the demon yelled and pulled Arthur from his daze. The demon's eyes then gleamed a purple color and electricity started to cackle around its fingertips.
