Drazhul frowned, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw trembled.
He hated it.
But he knew she was right.
The hit to his chest still burnt. Not just pain, but pressure.
The kind that stayed inside the body and refused to fade.
His arms felt heavy. His breathing was uneven.
"She's not bluffing," he muttered.
He straightened slowly, forcing himself to stand tall even as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes stayed locked on Dahlia, who hovered calmly in the air.
From that single strike, he could feel it clearly.
She was truly strong.
Drazhul clicked his tongue and spat to the side. "Tch."
Then he raised his voice.
"Xavira. Malreth. Velmor."
His roar echoed down the street.
"I know you're all here."
The watching demons froze.
Dahlia tilted her head slightly, amused. "Oh?" she said. "Calling for backup now?"
Drazhul ignored her and kept shouting.
"Come out," he barked. "Or don't think you'll get anything if she destroys this demon city."
