Chapter 107: Demon vs Knight [1]

Her steps were light, almost carefree, as if she were walking through a place that belonged entirely to her.

The faces, frozen in that final moment, seemed to be still watching her, trapped in a fear that had not vanished with death.

The memory of the confrontation barely interested her, as if it had been something trivial, of no real importance.

That difference was etched clearly in her mind, standing out even more.

That thought made her body react differently—warmer, more intense than any sensation she had ever felt before.

The thought formed naturally, without shame or hesitation, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

The contrast between that expression and her surroundings made her seem even more unsettling.

The blood fell on her in warm drops, sliding down her skin without the slightest sign of revulsion.

Her voice was soft, almost dreamy, as if she were speaking of a peaceful future rather than the chaos surrounding her.

The battlefield wasn’t silent… not entirely. There were sounds, yes, but they were wrong.

They weren’t the battle cries or the clash of steel that Darion knew, but something lower, wetter, more irregular… as if the earth itself were digesting what had happened upon it.

Sus ojos recorrieron lentamente el terreno. Cuerpos destrozados sin patrón, armaduras abiertas por dentro, miembros separados de sus dueños, sin señal de resistencia.

And that, more than anything else, was unacceptable to him.

Because it meant there was no enemy to read… no strategy to counter. Just something that had passed through there… and had decided to kill.

He gripped the hilt of his sword with controlled force, feeling the familiar weight of the steel anchor him to reality, forcing him to stand firm while the rest of the men around him began to crumble in silence.

He didn’t need to look at them directly to know it; he could sense it in the way they breathed, in how their postures grew stiff, in that futile attempt to feign control when all that remained was fear.

And fear, Darion knew well, was contagious… more lethal than any weapon when it wasn’t controlled in time.

That’s why he didn’t raise his voice when he spoke, nor did he try to assert his authority forcefully.

“Stay in line and don’t run.”

The ranks barely held, sustained more by inertia than by true discipline.

Small shifts in their postures, their gazes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look away, as if they feared finding something worse.

It wasn’t a sudden change, but something more subtle, more profound—like a pressure seeping in without warning.

His mind tried to fit that sensation into something familiar, into something he could understand.

Without transition. Without a trace of prior movement.

As if his presence didn’t quite belong there, as if the world around him had to adjust to contain him.

It wasn’t an ordinary smile, nor was it even hostile… it was something that didn’t fit the situation, and that was precisely why it was so unsettling.

Synes spoke with a lightness that didn’t belong there. His voice fell over the field as if there were no corpses, as if there were no danger at all.

His silence wasn’t hesitation, but calculation.

Every muscle tensed with precision, ready to react in any direction.

“Withdraw.”

His voice was low, but charged with restrained urgency.

This time, there was no room for question. The footsteps began to recede, clumsy at first, then faster… too loud.

Synes sighed, puffing out her cheeks slightly as if disappointed by something trivial.

“Hmm… how boring~”

She vanished… and that was what triggered Darion.

Her hand stopped the blade.

Darion wasn’t caught off guard. He immediately released the pressure with his mana, spun on his heel, and turned the stalemate into a new offensive, changing his angle, speed, and intent.

Synes ducked.

The blow struck Darion in the side with a force that didn’t match the movement he had seen—or thought he had seen—and his body was sent flying several meters, dragging dirt along the ground before coming to a stop.

Blood began to seep beneath his armor.

This time, Darion didn’t attack.

The collision was immediate.

That was when Darion realized it.

And if he were going to survive… he’d have to use all his strength before she got tired of playing.

Synes, letting her heavy murderous intent slip, said:

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