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This is a story of a forsaken boy born in the dark side of the world.

Threading in the darkness, the boy soon adapted to it.

Now, with the power of darkness in his grasp, he set out to find the light.

God of Adaptation

Sensing the fighting spirit inside Regis's eyes, the strongest demonized griffin let out a screech.

The other demonized griffins followed one after the other.

"Are you sure about this, Boss?" Uncertainty could be seen in Killian's eyes.

Regis looked at him and smirked, "What? Aren't you looking for action since our recent days have been quite boring?"

"Pfft!!" Alaric almost failed to hold his laugh at his words.

Killian blushed as he looked at Regis, "B-But this is different! We could die– No, I think we'll really die!"

"So? Don't tell me this is too much 'action' for you?"

Killian glanced at the flock of demonized griffins above, 'Has he gone crazy? Are we really going to fight that!? But he unsheathed that special dagger of his again.'

Fighting the Demonized Griffin (fixed)