Reverse Thinking?

Chapter 281

Vasoth's eyes darted to Sera, searching her battered form for any hint that his theory held truth. He pictured it: Sera, blade flashing as she pursued the human boy, only to stumble into a swarm of his allies—too many to fend off. A faint smile flickered across his lips at the thought, clinging to the chance she'd escaped a trap.

And this made sense too, since Vasoth's memory flashed to the moment he'd sized up the human boy—cornered, trembling, his aura barely a whisper compared to Sera's roaring presence. No way could that weakling have left her this broken.

Not to mention human livestock, even among demons, few could match her. Vasoth had seen her cleave through foes twice her size, her strength a legend whispered even in the dark halls of their kind.

But the longer he studied her—bruised, slouched, her usual fire dimmed—doubt gnawed at him, a cold ache spreading through his chest.