The air around the mansion was no longer felt like oxygen; it was a mix of thick sulphur and heat that burning the throat. When Jahreon announced the last order, the Demon was not only taking a step. It exploded in motion beyond Human's visual logic.
The ground below its feet was not only cracked—it destroyed to dust before melting into a puddle of dark lava because of the extreme heat emanated from the Demon's core. For Tizmilly, it was as if the time itself had slowed down, but the Demon still moved with an impossible speed. The predator knew no technique; it only knew brute force and instinct to destroy everything. When it brought its fist down to Tizmilly, it was pure physical suppression. Such simple, cruel, and effective attack.
