"Heh…"
Marcus could not help but chuckle as he watched the Blood-Fiend Flower Demon's expression contort in agony. So much for being called a "Demonic Prodigy." Stripped of the two Sea Demon Souls it had relied on, the creature was little more than dead weight. Taking it down was turning out to be far easier than he had anticipated.
Pebble, however, showed no trace of satisfaction. The Temple Guardian remained stone-faced, already stepping forward as his blade cut through the air, preparing another Dragon-Roar Critical Strike without the slightest hesitation.
The Flower Demon had been driven into a dead end. Even if it attempted to use Blood-Fiend Wreath again to repel Pebble, Marcus was standing by, ready to surge in and capitalize on the opening. There was no path left to survival.
"Earth-Shift!"
