As the sword clashed back and forth, Lykon, a determined young woman, never faltered in her defense of the boy's body, even after he was shot.
Her movements were swift and precise, deflecting each strike with skillful precision. Despite the chaos and danger surrounding her, she remained focused on protecting him.
With each clash of steel, sparks flew, illuminating the darkened room with brief bursts of light. Lykon's muscles strained with exertion as she parried blow after blow, her resolve unshaken.
The boy lay wounded on the ground, but Lykon fought on, determined to keep him safe. Blood pooled around him, staining the floor, but still, she pressed forward, unwilling to let any harm befall him.
Lykon fought with relentless determination, her movements fluid and precise as she faced the onslaught of enemies.
With each swing of her sword, she skillfully incapacitated her foes, knocking them down but refraining from delivering fatal blows.
Her opponents fell one by one, unable to match her speed and skill.
Despite the chaos and danger surrounding her, Lykon remained focused on her task, ensuring the safety of the boy she had sworn to protect.
As the last enemy hit the ground, defeated but alive, Lykon stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, her chest heaving with exertion.
She had emerged victorious, her commitment to mercy shining through even in the heat of combat.
Silently, Lykon approached the boy, her steps measured and deliberate.
She knelt beside him, her hand gentle as she checked his pulse, her brow furrowing with concern.
"He's still breathing... but," she muttered softly, her gaze fixed on the boy's shallow breaths. The worry in her eyes betrayed the depth of her concern for his well-being.
Despite her relief at finding him alive, she knew that his condition was far from stable.
With quick and decisive movements, Lykon tore strips of cloth from her own garments and firmly bound them around the boy's wounded body.
With each knot she tied, she applied pressure to the wound, staunching the flow of blood as best she could.
Her hands worked with practiced efficiency, the urgency of the situation driving her actions.
Sweat glistened on her brow as she focused on stabilizing the boy's condition, her determination unwavering despite the gravity of the task.
Once she had secured the makeshift bandages in place, Lykon stepped back to assess her handiwork.
Though the situation remained dire, she had done everything in her power to give the boy a fighting chance at survival.
With a determined resolve, Lykon lifted the boy's body, cradling him in her arms like a sack of rice. She spared him a brief glance before setting off, her expression hardened.
"You'll live..." she muttered, her voice tinged with a cold determination, though beneath her stoic facade, her concern for his well-being remained evident.
Suddenly, a searing pain erupted in her left side as something sharp pierced her back.
Lykon's eyes widened in shock as she stumbled forward, the weight of the boy's body becoming almost unbearable.
"Ugh..." she grunted in surprise, her grip on the boy faltering momentarily as she struggled to regain her composure.
As she turned to face her attacker, her gaze fell upon the boy, his smirk twisted into an evil grin, his eyes now a menacing shade of red.
The boy leaped away from Lykon with a malevolent grin etched upon his face, his movements agile and predatory.
"So this is the human world now," he muttered, his voice tinged with a disturbing sense of detachment, as if reveling in the chaos around him.
Clutching his head in anguish, he pulled at his hair with a manic fervor.
"It's very different from before!" he exclaimed, his tone shifting between madness and fascination, a glimpse into the fractured mind that now inhabited his form.
With blood still seeping from her wound and fatigue weighing heavily upon her, Lykon gritted her teeth against the pain as she knelt on the ground, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the boy.
Despite her own suffering, she remained vigilant, listening intently to every word that escaped his lips.
Her muscles screamed in protest as she fought against the encroaching darkness of exhaustion, but her determination to protect the boy never wavered.
With each passing moment, she steeled herself against the pain, her focus solely on the task at hand: keeping him safe, no matter the cost.
"Demon..." Lykon's voice was hoarse, laced with both exhaustion and defiance as she glared coldly at the boy before her. "Hm? Ah, you're the girl in his mind," he remarked casually, his tone unnervingly calm despite the chaos that surrounded them.
"Get out of his body at once, and I might spare you..."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then you leave me no choice," Lykon replied.
As Lykon's eyes flashed red with determination, a portal materialized on the ground before disappearing in an instant. Without warning, she reappeared behind the boy, poised to seize him and end the threat he posed.
However, before she could make her move, the sharp red object that had pierced her earlier manifested around the boy's body, its cruel edges finding new purchase in her flesh.
"Ugh..." Lykon grimaced in agony as fresh wounds opened across her body, blood spilling from the new injuries.
Despite the pain and the relentless assault, she refused to falter, her resolve unbroken even as she fought to remain standing.
With every ounce of strength she possessed, she pushed through the pain, determined to confront the malevolent force that threatened them both.
With weariness clouding her gaze, Lykon focused her tired eyes on the boy before her.
She could see that whatever dark force had possessed him was now controlling his every move, driving him to speak of destruction and chaos.
"I'll break this place. Break this world, finally. After all this time," the boy muttered to himself with unsettling excitement, his words dripping with malice.
However, in a sudden burst of determination.
Lykon summoned her swords from the depths of the portal, the shimmering blades appearing out of nowhere. With swift precision, she wielded them against the boy, striking his clothes to pin him down and halt his rampage.
As the boy's rage surged, a large red thorn materialized out of nowhere, its sinister form looming menacingly over Lykon, poised to consume her alive.
A flash of panic, Lykon braced herself for the impending onslaught, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Die."