The impact drove Seiya into the wreckage, causing chaos among the villagers as their homes were shattered. Panic erupted, with screams filling the air as they fled to safety, away from the battleground.
The red whip-like substance loosened itself around Seiya's neck, returning to a woman who stood stall at the distance.
"Do you need help tackling that human?" A cold voice sounded from behind the woman—a male demon that had accompanied her.
"Why would I ask for help from a weak five hearted demon?" She spat, brows wrinkled tight in disdain.
Her sleek, jet-black hair fell in long bob cut with curtain bangs, perfectly framing her face as she with effortless grace beneath the harsh sun. Though nothing in her appearance resembled that of a demon, three short horns lined vertically along the back of each wrist—a subtle but undeniable difference that marked her a demon.