Spirit Grandmaster

"Demon Slaying Slash!" 

The Empyreal Oblivion was suddenly engulfed by an ancient aura, and glowing golden symbols appeared along its blade, radiating brightly. 

"What the—" The fat demon barely had time to speak before the sword pierced his chest, right next to the glowing crystal embedded there. 

At first, the demon felt no pain, only a strange numbing sensation. He looked down, puzzled, as the feeling spread. 

"Hahaha! You think that attack could kill—" The demon's mocking laughter stopped abruptly. His eyes darted to the sword, and his expression shifted as he sensed the ancient aura. It felt familiar… but terrifyingly so.

His gaze dropped to his chest, and what he saw froze him in place. The area around the blade was turning to stone, slowly crumbling into dust.

"What—what did you do to me, human?!" The demon's voice trembled, fear creeping in as his body betrayed him.