Celine's body was broken, sprawled across the crimson-puddled ground. Her severed wrist still dripped crimson, and her remaining hand clawed at the ground as she dragged herself forward, inch by agonizing inch. Her voice came out cracked, desperate, each word a struggle against the pain.
"Stop... please stop...!"
Adam didn't even glance at her. His fist rose and fell, each blow landing with devastating force against Deiora's battered form. The demon's body convulsed with every strike, blood spraying in thick arcs, his regeneration too slow to keep up with the relentless assault.
"AAAGGGHHH—!"
Celine watched as her lord was being savagely tortured, her voice breaking as she spoke.
"Don't you understand?! Lord Deiora is one of the Four Heavenly Kings! If you kill him, the Demon King will not stand by! This will spark a war between demons and humans! Entire kingdoms will burn because of your arrogance!"
Adam paused.
