Night-Blooming
Ayla hissed, and her sacred weapon, Moonfrost, materialized in her hands.
She’d learned more about demons in the past month that many guardians could have in decades of duty. However, this was something never heard of.
Demons did not look like humans.
Demons did not speak any human language.
Or did they?
Before she could make her mind around what was happening, she saw Senior Milo charge against the demon. The creature caught him mid-air, and broke his spear in two.
“Who do you think you are? A weakling like you cannot defeat me, the great Beelze. I’m only looking for one adversary.”
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