The demon didn't bother dodging, instead just raising its hand to swat aside the blazing crescent blade that flew at him.
At the last moment before that happened, I changed direction of the attack. Now, instead of the chest, it flew right at the demon's head.
Even for someone that fast, the distance was too close for dodging a crescent that was almost half a meter wide.
The demon didn't even try.
The Vengeful Waning Moon hit it right in the helmet-covered forehead and exploded into a blast of icy energy that momentarily covered the demon's head from sight.
When the mist dissipated, I saw that the helmet broke in two under the attack, showing the bald and pale head of the corpse underneath. A deep gash was going through the center of its face—but a moment later, the flesh knitted itself together, leaving behind nothing but an ugly scar.
It was unlike the regeneration of the Union—this looked like an invisible hand of a potter fixing a clay jug!
