The Iron blood Demon didn't even need to avoid Kael's insignificant move. But as if afraid of accidentally injuring or killing the Valthorne heir, it flew out of the way, making itself vulnerable to a sneak from Zaja.
Whack!!
The Iron blood Demon flew back, stabilizing itself high in the air.
"Yes, I knew you had a binding vow that prevents you from touching anyone outside of the curse. I had a feeling you were so reckless before because you knew I still had more than enough energy to reduce your blood into particles… my mutation tramples above all," Zaja shook his head, sighing at the demon's predicament.
Underneath the blood red helmet, the Iron blood Demon's face twisted into an ugly grin. But as it started considering ways to get rid of the people disrupting its mission, Zaja cracked his neck, flashing a wolfish grin.
