With his heart pounding in his chest, Bruce focused on his every movement, ignoring the taunts of the demon that echoed through the chamber. His mind was a whirlwind of strategies, calculating the best approach to navigate this treacherous battlefield.
Silently and stealthily, Bruce inched to the side, his steps carefully placed to minimize any noise that could give away his position. With each calculated move, he drew closer to the demon's back, an opportunity that could tip the scales in his favor.
However, the demon seemed to sense his presence, and in a burst of malevolence, it unleashed a barrage of bone arrows in all directions. The air was filled with deadly projectiles hurtling through the chamber, forcing Bruce to lower his posture and rely on his instincts to avoid the incoming barrage.
"The attack on the eyes made him lose twenty percent of his health, but maybe he can regenerate his eyes as well. I can't underestimate this demon," Bruce thought.
