"Huh, what happened?"
Ruvalkar couldn't react at all to the sudden turn of events.
In the first moment, he was about to punch the girl who dared spit on his hand.
However, all he could see in the next moment was his arm flying in the air.
It was extremely confusing on his part as he was a demon— a species who was at a higher level than mortals.
'These mortals couldn't possibly—'
Ruvalkar's vertical pupils constricted as he sensed a peculiar demonic power.
His gaze sharply darted in that direction.
A figure with the same features as him was crouching in front of the girl in a black dress, who had been about to die earlier.
Ruvalkar didn't even look at his severed arm as it grew instantly in the next second.
'Another demon? No, this demonic power is too familiar.'
His eyes squinted as he continued observing the other demon in the distance.
Regis stood up and walked up to Alaric, or rather, his corpse, which had been standing since his death.
