I never imagined that a demon capable of speech could also regenerate, let alone with this kind of absurdity. This wasn't some slow, gradual healing—no. It was instantaneous, a complete restoration within seconds, like time itself was bending to its will.
The mist cleared, revealing the serpent now shimmering with twice as many scales. They were denser, shinier—like a natural armor designed to mock my every attempt. It wasn't just regenerating; it was adapting.
"Now, that is cheating!" I yelled, my voice echoing across the battlefield.
The serpent hissed, a deep, guttural sound that made the air around us tremble. Without warning, it lunged at me, jaws wide, eyes glowing with bloodlust. Its sheer size blurred the line between a predator and a natural disaster.
