Rakshasa Form.
Rakshasa itself is a type of demon, and those who borrowed the power from demons could use it to some extent.
And now, standing before me, Danielle had utilized this, turning herself into a half-demon. It seemed she belonged to a branch of demons who had yet to establish a strong influence in the human domain.
"Grrr…."
She growled, looking at me. Her face now transformed, with her nails getting slightly wider and stronger.
'Inferior bitch. You, who can't achieve anything, can only borrow from low-life demons.'
My hatred ran deep. At that moment, I was hardly able to contain myself.
"Where are you?"
Yet, there was one thing that no one knew about me. The power that I had gotten from the very primordial of the race that she had relied on. It was ironic that this power was the very thing that had assisted me so far when it came to erasing its whole race.
