The daemon drew on the space in front of him. Ungodly power then washed over his figure, extinguishing the lightning and preventing his injuries from worsening.
As a daemon, these injuries themselves were not worth mentioning, but the process and the possibility of what could follow...
The daemon stared at Anon for some time.
The human was bound, and his strength was constantly siphoned away. Yet every attack seemed to be more powerful than the last.
At the same time, the restrictions forged out of the daemon's blood were constantly quacking, and releasing deep groans, tethering on the brink of shattering.
The spear soul crackling with black lightning appeared once more.
Upon seeing this, the daemon's wings flapped and he hastily created distance. Anon madly cackled loud when he saw this.
The spear soul tore apart the cursed blood chains bounding his body. As they were shattered, the bounds squeezing his heart was easily shattered as well.
