For an instant, the rotating broken black rings were reflected in Darius's eyes. He narrowed them as a faint unease passed through his mind, different from the excitement that had been building with every clash.
His instincts warned him to look away. Darius grinned instead. He had finally found a demon, an opponent worth fighting, and whatever trick came next, he wanted to see it.
Flame burst beneath his boots as he rushed forward. The road cracked behind him, and his spearhead drew a white line toward Simon's chest.
However, halfway through the charge, he stopped and sniffed the air.
Simon stood directly ahead, the Chaos Blade lowered beside him. But the strange scent that had fascinated Darius since their arrival came from somewhere else.
His left.
Bang!
Darius planted one foot and turned.
"Hehehe! Found you!"
The thrust sent a torrent of flame across what appeared to be empty ground, but a figure suddenly emerged beside it.
