As Felkyr's sword descended, Ethan, with a burst of adrenaline-fueled energy, sidestepped and spun to Felkyr's back, bringing his scythe around in a desperate, powerful arc.
And for the first time, the blade connected, a solid, resounding hit against Felkyr's momentarily solid form. The demon's eyes widened in shock and pain, a guttural howl escaping its lips.
A hit!
"Did I just make a hit?" Ethan asked himself.
For a fleeting moment, victory seemed within grasp, but the demon's shock quickly morphed into fury. Felkyr's shriek reverberated through the subway, a sound filled with anger and pain.
"[A blind spot,]" Lilith's voice echoed in Ethan's mind.
"What's that?" Ethan asked, eyes fixed on the enraged demon before him.
"[He can't defend what he can't see. That's his weakness,]" Lilith explained.
