Pitying the Zhurak

The fight had ended just as quickly as Jack had predicted.

From the knowledge he had gained from the system about the Draethir's unique abilities, he had been able to deduce exactly what had transpired. Their strength wasn't just in brute force—they possessed cunning, intelligence, and the ability to adapt mid-battle. Unlike the mindless demons that relied solely on raw power, the Draethir had both strength and strategy, a combination that made them truly formidable.

'I guess they don't just have muscles but a complete brain, unlike the other stupid demons,' Jack thought, crossing his arms over his chest nonchalantly. His expression remained unreadable, but inwardly, he acknowledged their capability.