"Pfft."
Scarlet blood and innards, freed from the constraints of flesh and bone, splattered onto the ground under the effect of Gravity.
It was not until the upper half of the Half Elf also fell to the ground that Laida's painful and desperate screams burst in Nick's ears.
Perhaps it was the rushing wind that came head-on, or perhaps it was some psychological factor.
This middle-aged man, who had been adventuring for years, unconsciously took two steps back, his boots splattered with blood.
His neck stiffened, turning his head to look at the colossal and intimidating figure not far from him.
Nick had never seen a Demon like this before.
Standing nearly nine feet tall, with a slightly forward-leaning posture, a low and steady center of gravity, and a streamlined shape rarely seen in land creatures, its shoulders were extraordinarily wide, and from its chest downward, it contracted swiftly, forming an exaggerated inverted triangular torso.
