Chapter 6 Part 5

Shamot's hand moved with deliberate slowness as he carefully drew his sword from its hilt, the metallic blade glinting under the dim light. Fixing his gaze upon the Demon, he inquired, his voice filled with curiosity, "So, what exactly was that display just now? I believe someone as formidable as yourself wouldn't mind sharing a couple of secrets, right?"

A malevolent smirk crept across the Demon's face, its eyes narrowing with disdain. "What, do you take me for a fool? Do you honestly believe I would willingly grant you an advantage? It's already a treacherous 3-on-1 situation, and yet you seek further advantages?

You humans truly are pathetic," it spat, anger mingling with venom in its voice. With each word, a froth of rage formed at the corners of its mouth. Gradually, the anger dissolved into a chilling laughter, sending shivers down the spines of those present. "Ah, I had you hanging on by a thread, didn't I? The anticipation was simply delightful."