The distortions around Marcelo and Sebastian disappeared as well, and the latter immediately ran out to meet the former.

"What was that?!"

"That, my friend, is the reason why you rarely see exorcists over forty years old," Marcelo replied. Despite the lightness in his tone, Marcelo's heart was heavy. This was the first time he had ever encountered one of the Seventy-Two face-to-face. He had always known that they were exceedingly powerful but to experience such strength firsthand was truly humbling. To make out worse was the fact that Morax was only a President of Hell. Had it been one of the Marquises or worse still a Duke, Marcelo was sure he would have likely been killed without even knowing what killed him. That did not sit well with him. His grip tightened around Marion's hilt. He needed to get stronger. Azrael was still waiting for him.

"Come on Sebastian," Marcelo called out as he twirled Marion twice before inserting the blade into his chest without causing himself any