I clenched my fist.
Demonic blood surged through my veins, tearing through flesh like a firestorm. My fingers twisted under the pressure of power, pulsating veins crawling across my palm like etched runes.
With a deep thud, I struck.
Metal groaned. Cracked. Buckled. Second hit—the lock shattered like a crushed egg. With a crunch, the door flung open—and I stepped inside.
He was there.
Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Exhausted, but unbroken. He looked up—and stood.
Muscles tense. Eyes—steady.
"Took you long enough," he said, smirking faintly.
I stayed silent.
Too much pain to speak.
Then—shouting. Footsteps. Orders. Figures darted down the corridor.
Soldiers. Five.
I stepped forward. Didn't use my power.
One—strike to the torso. Two—elbow to the temple. Minimal force, but every move was fast.
Third—thrown down. Fourth—smashed with a spinning kick.
The fifth—
