The demon panicked.
A deep, primal fear clawed at his mind as he desperately tapped his staff, about to erect a barrier. His instincts screamed at him to protect himself, to block the incoming strike. But then, a chill ran down his spine—a presence far more terrifying than the enemy before him. From the corner of his eye, he met the gaze of his master.
His sunken eyes widened, trembling with sheer terror.
"Master warned… No shield." His voice came out in a ragged whisper, barely audible over the tension-laden silence of the stadium.
Jack frowned.
'Why didn't he use a barrier?'
But he didn't let the thought distract him. Hesitation was death. That was a lesson Alogra had drilled into him, burned into his very being. Every strike had to carry the intent to kill. If an enemy faltered, if they showed even a sliver of weakness—
You finish them.