Silence.
It blanketed the room, heavy and suffocating. Not a single demon moved. They stood rooted in place, their bodies tense with terror, their minds reeling from the carnage wrought by the man standing calmly at the forefront.
One minute.
Sixty seconds—that was all it had taken for him to dispose of twenty-one demons. True, they were low-rankers, the strongest among them barely scraping C-rank. Yet the sheer speed and ease with which he dispatched them left the survivors in a state of disbelief and dread.
It wasn't just his power; it was his demeanor. The casual grace, the nonchalance in his movements—he had barely exerted himself. And that realization sent an icy spike of fear through the remaining demons. He hadn't even begun to show the full extent of his strength.
