In the depths of the dark night, a demon's eyes gleamed menacingly. It had sensed the signal it had been waiting for all along.
"Has that woman finally fallen asleep?"
The demon was an incubus by nature. Whenever someone fell asleep, it could instinctively sense it, and this time was no exception. The target it had been watching all along was its nemesis—the woman that humans called a saint—who had finally succumbed to slumber.
"Heh, mortals are still limited, after all."
No matter how much divine power a human could wield against a demon, in the end, they were still beings of flesh and blood. They couldn't survive without sleep. She had managed to hold out for three long days, but this was her limit. Yet, the demon had no intention of ending things here.
"It's still too early to rest."
