But His Memory Lives On

Demon, his anger was more than ever, raged for the second wound he had experienced up to that time.

ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

He screamed and blew up the remains of that transparent substance that had filled his face with so much pain in the black smoke. Angrier than the anger of his birth, he pushed aside the black smoke with his hands and stared at the scene in front of him.

That strange enemy who had surprised him every moment with his strange powers, this time by showing the great agility that was the result of the pure power of his body, was evading thousands after thousands of his conscious attacks, Demon was sure of this, because more than fifty percent of those spells had only one goal, to prevent the manipulation of mana in the hundred-kilometer environment around that pest.

So, a little aware of the strange physical strength of that boy who had even finished the close battle with Demon in his favor, Demon increased his distance from him a little. And once again he starte