Troll, Demon Hunter, Witch

"Why? How could this happen?!"

The two women's seductive expressions turned to disbelief as their mouths fell open.

Marishka and Aleera, watching from the shadows, were clearly shocked by the sudden turn of events.

They had fully expected the banshee to wipe out the demon hunting group with ease.

Yet reality defied all expectations.

After a moment, the two regained their composure. They turned toward Vlad, silently pleading for an explanation.

"He… isn't he human? How is that possible?"

Vlad regarded them quietly before answering:

"No. He's not human."

"To be precise, he's not fully human—he's a half-human, half-troll hybrid."

"A hybrid?!"

"How can that even be?"

Instantly, a disturbing image formed in their minds: one large figure and one small one. They shuddered at the thought. It was… too much.

Suddenly, Aleera recalled something Vlad had said to them earlier: "You all feel wrong."

She finally understood what he meant.

"So that's it," Aleera murmured.

Marishka turned to her, confused. "What is it?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Aleera shared her realization with Marishka. Both women turned to look at Vlad.

But Vlad said nothing more. He glanced at them meaningfully and continued, "Keep watching."

"Keep watching? What do you mean?"

The two exchanged puzzled looks. Then, as if struck by the same idea at the same time, their eyes widened. Could it be… there's more?

As the shadow ahead rose, the Jibaro Banshee looked up. Her gemstone-studded lips parted in surprise.

She, too, seemed stunned by what she was seeing.

"Ah~!!"

Covered in jewels, the Jibaro Banshee looked as though she had witnessed something obscene. Her golden-scaled skin flushed red. She quickly covered her eyes and let out an instinctive scream.

At the same time, Aleera and Marishka—still hidden—gasped and turned their heads, blushing.

Vlad watched the scene, his expression darkening and one eyelid twitching.

"Damn it. That actually hurt my eyes."

Meanwhile, the bald man—now fully transformed into a troll—seemed to regain a flicker of clarity.

He looked at the Jibaro Banshee, his eyes filled with rage.

"Ahhh!"

With a furious roar, he raised a fist the size of a boulder and slammed it toward her.

Seizing the opportunity, the witch Muriel began chanting a strange, twisting spell. Wisps of scorching flame rose around her.

At the same time, Rejason pulled a green potion from his coat and drank it in one gulp.

Immediately, an overwhelming aura burst from him.

With his eyes now jet-black, Rejason raised his weapon and charged at the Banshee standing in the heart-shaped lake. His speed was inhuman.

Sensing danger, the Banshee—still dodging the troll's blows—let out another sharp cry.

But this time, it was aimed solely at the troll. Following her piercing scream and bewitching dance, the troll roared, spun around, and swung his massive arm toward Rejason, who was racing in from behind.

Caught off guard, Rejason was struck by the troll's huge fist. He flew more than ten meters before crashing into a boulder, finally coming to a stop.

But the blow wasn't fatal.

At the last second, a surge of energy burst from Rejason's body, forming a translucent barrier that absorbed about 70% of the impact. He escaped with only minor injuries.

The Banshee didn't expect such tenacity from him. Just as she prepared to strike again with the troll's help, a blazing stream of fire suddenly streaked through the air like a nimble fish and struck her directly.

Boom~!!

A deafening explosion rang out, sending water soaring into the sky.

Floating above the lake on her ebony wand, the witch Muriel surveyed her handiwork.

But despite the successful hit, her plump face didn't show any sign of triumph.

"Yeah~!~Ahhh!"

A furious shriek exploded in the air, striking Muriel's body and sending her crashing into the forest.

The Banshee had submerged herself in the water just in time to reduce the fire damage.

Even so, burn marks now marred her once-flawless body.

For the first time, she spoke.

"Greedy humans… you'll pay for this."

Her voice, though awkward and unpolished, was oddly enchanting.

With that, the Banshee aimed her song and seductive dance at Rejason, who was still engaged with the troll.

Rejason, though weaker than the troll in raw strength, was agile and precise thanks to the energy in his demon hunter bloodline. He darted around the troll, leaving deep and bloody wounds.

Perhaps because the troll had once been an ally, Rejason avoided striking vital organs.

But just as he wavered under the Banshee's hypnotic voice, hesitation clouded his eyes.

The troll took advantage of that moment and struck.

Water splashed violently as Rejason was slammed into the lakebed. Ripples spread across the water, and blood rose with the waves.

Moments later, Rejason's body floated to the surface—barely alive.

His head had been crushed by the troll's blow. One black eye was gone, replaced by a gaping, bleeding socket. Yellow and white matter oozed out.

He was clearly dead.

Meanwhile, Muriel—having just stumbled from the forest—saw Rejason's body and the troll now under the Banshee's control.

Realizing the battle was lost, she let out a furious cry, shot into the sky, and fled without looking back.

Aleera and Marishka had watched the entire brutal scene unfold. They exchanged looks, lips twitching slightly.

If it had been us… we wouldn't have done any better.

"What a pity," Vlad muttered.

They all watched as the troll, now fully controlled by the Banshee, picked up a long sword—and took his own life.

Even Vlad hadn't expected this small demon hunting squad to consist of a witch, a troll, and a true-blooded demon hunter—three powerful beings, each with their own formidable strength.