The massive body of Orsius was floating in the void; his cracked armor hung from him like a dead shell, and the demonic aura that once roared like a destructive storm was now leaking out in weak and uneven waves from his wounds.
Daniel walked toward him calmly and without haste, without a bit of excitement, without the slightest sign of victory on his face; as if this result had been obvious to him from the beginning.
It really was. Even though Orsius had the combat power of an S-rank, he had never truly reached that rank, and that alone made him unworthy of even standing against Daniel.
If it wasn't for that strange thing he used at the end, their fight would've ended much earlier.
He placed his hand on Orsius's forehead, and the energy of death—deep and silent—spread into the demon's consciousness like the black roots of a cursed tree.
[Soul Siphon]
