But even as it gasped for breath—
Even as its body twitched uncontrollably from the pain—
It refused to fall.
Luke respected that.
Demons did not beg for mercy.
They understood that life and death were part of their existence.
The pseudo-dragon was no different.
"WOOOHHH!!!"
The pseudo-dragon weakly moved its melting limbs, locking eyes with Luke once more.
This time, it wasn't a roar of desperation—
It was a challenge.
It wanted to fight to the end.
Luke smiled.
"Alright then."
This time, Luke inhaled even deeper, his chest glowing with fiery energy.
The amount of fire-elemental power flooding his lungs was far greater than before.
