Luke dusted off his fist, looking unperturbed.
"It doesn't take magic to fight against weaklings like you."
A golden flame flickered to life in his palm.
With a simple flick of his wrist, he tossed it forward—
And the monster's head ignited instantly.
Bella stood there, her mind blank, her breath ragged.
Her gaze flickered between Luke's unbothered expression and the smoldering corpse before them.
She swallowed hard, feeling her own heart pounding violently against her ribs.
'Did he just… punch a demon to death?!'
This wasn't normal.
Even among mages, this wasn't normal!
Bella shuddered, gripping the baby tighter.
Luke turned to her with a smirk, as if reading her thoughts.
