Drazhul slid back several steps, his boots grinding hard against the shattered street.
He steadied himself, chest rising and falling heavily. His eyes burnt with anger as he stared at Dahlia.
"Goddammit," he growled. "I never thought you could be this strong."
Dahlia shook out her arms and smirked.
"What can I say?" she replied cheerfully. "I'm just that awesome."
Drazhul's expression twisted.
The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his hands clenched until his gauntlets creaked.
Dark veins pulsed along his arms. He let out a low, frustrated snarl.
His calm was gone.
"This is enough," Drazhul said, his voice rough. "I didn't come here to be toyed with."
He threw his head back and roared.
"[Demonization]!"
The sound shook the street.
Demonic mana erupted from his body in a violent surge.
The air screamed as pressure exploded outward.
The ground cracked deeper, stone lifting and shattering under his feet.
Drazhul's body began to change.
