Hayne lay on the ground, his eyes widening in horror. Fear and worry gripped his senses as he beheld the raw power of the demon. A single punch had obliterated the thick cavern wall—what then of Seiya, who had taken the blow?
The demon's face bore a broad, musing grin as he attacked, but it soon faltered. His expression turned stern, the smile fading as he took a few steps back. Slowly, he clenched and unclenched the hand that had struck Seiya, his gaze fixed ahead, waiting for the dust and debris to settle.
A flicker of shock and confusion tightened the demon's face as he watched Seiya's shadowy figure emerge amidst the swirling dust. Though the air remained thick with lingering particles, one thing was certain—Seiya was still standing.