'How? '
This was the only question raging through William's mind as he witnessed the return of the malevolent entity he had just killed.
He had literally decapitated him, so how was he still alive?
The worst part was that he was as good as new, almost like he had never fought him or been almost killed.
And that disgusting smile on his face—he wanted to wipe it off his face, but he couldn't; it was simply impossible for him to even move, let alone beat or kill a demon.
He had taken a gamble with his life on the line, and now that he had failed, there was only one outcome left for him.
But even if he died, he had no intention of begging for his life in front of a demon.
"So how does it feel to know that everything you have done was for naught and completely pointless?"
