Tick-tock!
Tainted Demonic Blood splattered on the ground like a mere drop of ordinary ink. It did not corrode the surface, but black and golden mist rose up. This mist fell into the wounds of the Evil God's Avatar's severed palm and then, the wounds healed, restored to their original state.
"Not bad, you actually managed to hurt me." The Evil God looked at Muria, who held the Sharp Blade, with eyes filled with surprise and admiration, a scenario far beyond his expectations.
Even as an avatar, being injured by beings lesser than a Deity was simply inconceivable.
"You're not too bad yourself, sustaining only such minor damage; you are stronger than I imagined," Muria said, also with eyes of astonishment, looking at this humanoid monster. He had intended to split him in half with the Seven Sins Blade, but the result was quite different from what he had anticipated.
