Chapter 109 Demon

Nate's fingers clenched around the two spears, his grip tightening as he slowly advanced toward the three men before him. His movements were slow, deliberate, almost casual, as if he wasn't concerned in the slightest about their presence. His eyes locked onto the archer, the one who had just killed tried to kill him without hesitation. The man was already pulling another arrow from his quiver, moving with practiced efficiency, his eyes sharp and filled with killing intent.

Then, without warning, the archer fired.

Nate's body shifted instinctively. He didn't even need to think—his muscles reacted before his mind fully registered the movement. He sidestepped smoothly, and the arrow whizzed past him, narrowly missing his cheek as it embedded itself into the ground with a dull thud. The moment his foot hit the ground, he lunged forward, closing the distance between himself and the two men wielding curved blades.