A sub-dragon species with barely distinguishable colors wriggled out of Maica's spine with great difficulty.
This was the most powerful monster he had ever hunted, and even after decades, it still hadn't completely dissipated.
A disaster-level Marrow-eating Dragon was enjoying its lunch before he found it. The ground of the entire village was covered in spines and skull-bones, with brain marrow dripping from the crevices of the beast's teeth.
One-third of the scars on Maica's body were left from that battle, and he had almost died there.
But now, the resentment and anger left by the Marrow-eating Dragon had become the demon hunter's most powerful weapon.
Maica stepped out of the house alone.
The demon hunter wasted no time, covering his whole body in the Marrow-eating Dragon spirit, like an armor made of dragon bones.
Abel's eyes held a hint of solemnity, as his enemy seemed even more difficult than he had anticipated.
Abel ordered:
