The devil let out a deafening roar.
Its red eyes burned brighter, and its claws extended even further.
It was angry now.
It slammed both fists on the ground, breaking the rocks around it.
Dust and red mist flew into the air.
Then it charged.
With a loud growl, the Supreme Rank devil rushed straight at Zain.
Zain stood still, his twin blades glowing faintly in his hands.
The devil swung its massive claw.
Boom!
Zain was hit.
His body was slammed backward into a broken wall.
The ground cracked beneath him. Dust filled the air.
"Zain!" Velra shouted.
Zelia stepped forward, her hand on her sword. "Should we—?"
"No," Savra said, her voice calm. "Wait."
The dust slowly cleared.
Zain stood up.
His coat was torn at the shoulder. His face had a cut on the side. But he wasn't hurt.
He was smiling.
A deep red glow surrounded him.
His blades still pulsed with power.
Then his voice came out, calm and cold.
"Is that all you've got, devil?"
