He had a deep gash along his side, blood pooling faster than he could stop it.
His breathing was heavy. Half of the pillars in the white room were gone, shattered completely, and the walls had collapsed, exposing the outside world.
Both of his newly formed demon horns were broken. He had used them as weapons.
He gasped as the space in front of him folded inward.
Lilith Astranova stood there.
"How many times have you fought me before," she asked coldly. "Figuring out my tactics before I even use them."
Her green eyes remained devoid of warmth.
The magic circle beneath Damon's feet shrank further, guttering like a dying flame. Smaller and smaller it became, while glowing runes began appearing across Damon's body and in Sylvia's hands.
Lilith was the core offensive anchor of the spell.
In her hand, the runes condensed into a cursed tool.
