Under the moonlight, among the ruins.
The demon, formed by wildly growing green vines, rolled on the ground, struggling and twisting. Some of its branches moved uncontrollably, writhing like snakes, whipping around like lashes.
Rubble flew, smoke rose, and the already precarious, nearly collapsed ruin was utterly destroyed by the rampaging Vine Demon.
Unlike ghosts, demons seemed more like creatures of nature. Their inner parts were more fragile than their exterior, but until now, it never imagined that a human could exploit this weakness.
After swallowing its prey, which wasn't torn apart or corroded into a pool of blood, it still managed to struggle on, even…
That little creature was climbing bit by bit inside it, moving closer to its true "core"...!
