The dagger drew close to her neck.
In an instant, she ducked down quickly, her breathing ragged.
Fear was plain on her face, and her eyes trembled with tension.
"I'm sorry… I really am… sorry…"
Her cloak shifted slightly away from her face.
Siraj froze for a moment
A transparent blue screen appeared before him.
> [System]
Name: Unknown
Species: Human
Class: E
Skills:
Swordplay
Hidden Skills: 0
Siraj's eyes widened slightly.
"Human…?" He loosened his grip on the dagger.
Then, watching her cautiously, he said, "Are you really human?"
She slowly looked up at him.
"Yes…"
She hesitated for a few seconds, then whispered, "That's why… I followed you."
"When I saw you… I felt you were like me."
Siraj sighed quietly.
"So… you're human too."
She nodded quickly.
"Yes…"
Siraj sighed with relief.
She lowered her head, her fingers nervously tugging at her cloak.
"I don't know what happened to me…" "A demon took over my body… or maybe I'm already dead."
Her voice trembled slightly. "I've been here for a week… all alone."
"And I don't know what to do."
She raised her eyes toward him.
"But when I saw you… I felt a glimmer of hope."
Then Siraj said quietly:
"Me too… a demon has taken over my body."
Miro froze in place.
"So… what are you going to do?" Siraj looked at her for a moment.
Then he reached out his hand toward her.
"Get up."
Miro looked up at him hesitantly.
But the faint smile on his face calmed her a little.
She felt a warmth creeping into her face for no reason.
"His smile… is beautiful…"
She whispered it to herself without realizing it.
She slowly took his hand.
And stood up. Siraj let go of her hand and said:
"So… tell me, what's your name?"
She lowered her gaze shyly.
"My name is… Miro."
Siraj smiled lightly.
"Miro?"
"That's a beautiful name."
Then he pointed to himself.
"I'm Siraj."
Miro's cheeks flushed even more.
She stammered, avoiding his gaze:
"Thank you…"
"And your name… is beautiful too."
Siraj chuckled softly.
"Well… about this world."
"You're in the Underworld… the world of demons."
Miro's body trembled instantly.
She took a step back, and her breathing quickened.
"I'm… in the world of demons?"
She raised her hand to her chest as if trying to calm her trembling.
"So… this is the end for me…"
Her voice came out weak and trembling.
Siraj looked at her steadily, then said calmly:
"No."
"You weren't killed."
"Your body was just taken over."
"Your real body is still in your world."
"And you're here… just a spirit."
Miro froze in place.
Her eyes widened. "A spirit… just a spirit?"
Her voice suddenly rose:
"Then tell me… what do we do?"
"Is there a way to save ourselves?"
Fear was evident on her face, but within that fear, something else emerged… a faint glimmer of hope.
Siraj sighed slightly, then looked up at the road ahead of them.
"Yes."
"There is a way."
Miro took a quick step forward.
"What is it?"
Siraj was silent for a brief moment.
Then he said:
"Follow me."
In the real world…
Zarmoth leaped from the top of a skyscraper onto the main street.
He landed hard on the asphalt, causing the ground to shake beneath his feet and small cracks to appear around him.
He slowly raised his head, a twisted smile on his face.
The cars stopped suddenly.
One of them was right in front of him.
He stared at it for a moment… then sprinted forward at lightning speed.
One strike.
The car slammed into the side of a nearby building and exploded violently before shattering completely.
On the other side…
A traffic cop was watching the scene from a distance.
"Repeat… repeat… there's an emergency on the main road…"
A tense voice came over the radio:
"Copy that. What's the situation?"
The cop hesitated for a moment, then replied:
"I don't know… an accident or an attack… the situation is out of control."
At the command center…
One of the officers sighed with a hint of sarcasm.
"Is it a stuck cat again this time?"
His colleague glared at him.
"This is no time for jokes."
Elsewhere in the city…
Rashid stood there, his features tense and clear anxiety in his eyes.
He quickly pulled out his phone.
He stared at the screen before pressing call.
Call
Yes, sir, this is the police department.
Rashid sighed, his voice trembling:
"My son… my son… I don't know what's happening to him… please save him."
His voice was heavy with worry, as if he were struggling to hold it together.
On the other end…
The police officers exchanged glances after hearing the report.
"Okay… what's the address?" Kayan's voice came through the device.
Rashid replied quickly:
"Main Street… next to Al-Salamah Hospital… a government facility."
There was a moment of silence.
Then came the reply:
"Okay, we'll be there right away."
The call ended.
Kayan looked at the officer in front of him:
"It looks like this isn't going to be simple…"
The officer sighed:
"Get ready to move."
On a main street in the city…
Zarmoth was walking down the middle of the road with an unnatural calm.
Cars stopped, while some drove off in the opposite direction.
.
One of the police officers raised his gun directly at him:
"Stop right there! Don't move!"
Zarmoth paused for a moment.
Then he slowly looked up at him… and a cold smile spread across his face.
"I said… stop!"
The officer took a step forward, his hands trembling.
He pulled the trigger.
But the shots didn't stop him.
Zarmoth walked on as if nothing had happened.
People began screaming and scattering in every direction.
The sound of chaos filled the air.
With lightning speed, Zarmoth drove his five fingers into the policeman's face with terrifying force, and with a swift blow from his other hand, he tore the head from his body. He raised the policeman's head above his mouth, drank his blood until it ran dry, and threw it to the ground. He looked at the crowd and whispered:
"It's time for the next one…"