Two demons charged at each other again.
The reaper wrapped his body tightly, folding his fluttering wings, while Wonderstein discarded his cumbersome coat and hat, lightening his body.
The fight resumed.
Sharp friction and fierce explosions followed one after another.
The battle continued to unfold in favor of the reaper.
Wonderstein was busy dodging the demon's attacks.
Given her keen eye for martial arts, Ella could recognize the desperate determination in his movements.
The words he had just uttered.
It was the first time he had poured out his inner thoughts.
The kindness and smiles towards the members.
Was it his genuine sincerity, not pretense?
Thanks to that, she had one more thing she wanted to ask him.
But at this rate, she would die before he could answer her question.
The reaper's scythe had a wide attack range, but once he attacked, there was an opening.
