The battlefield had fallen silent again.
That kind of silence that wasn't peace—but pressure.
Prince Adrian stepped forward from the dissipating mist, each footstep crunching against the scorched earth, his smile calm… but cold.
Water blades spun lazily around his arms, almost like living extensions of his will.
Kira's heart skipped, and the others backed up on instinct.
"You three," Adrian said, flicking his wrist.
SHING! SHING!
In the blink of an eye, the blades vanished—and reformed into long spears.
Before anyone could react, he threw them.
BOOM! BOOM!
Two of the spears exploded on impact, slamming into the bulky demon and the masked one. The ground beneath them erupted, swallowing both in water pressure and magic shock.
"Arghhh!!"
"Dammit!!"
"He's not even giving us time to breathe!"
The female demoness screamed as she barely rolled away from the third spear, which burst beside her in a geyser of slicing streams.
