After sending the police chief's soul back to the Hell Prison, Michael exhaled shakily and sank to the ground, trying to steady himself. It had been a long time since he'd faced a demon this powerful. Even though he had defeated it in the end, the battle had drained a tremendous amount of his energy and power, leaving him weak and breathless.
Seeing Michael sitting there in such a fragile state, Mercy rushed to him and knelt at his side."Michael, are you okay?" she asked, checking his body for injuries.
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. But you saw it, right? How I defeated the police chief's soul and sent it back to Hell Prison? Now you believe I'm the number one demon slayer, don't you?" Michael said with a faint, triumphant smile.
