The massive demon’s roar reverberated through the valley, shaking the very ground beneath them. Adamos could feel the dark energy radiating from the creature, a malevolent force that threatened to consume everything in its path. To defeat this beast, he needed to fight without restraint—something he couldn’t do while protecting Lyra.
“Take her,” Adamos commanded, his voice firm and decisive as he turned to the mysterious woman beside him. Without hesitation, he handed Lyra over, freeing himself from the burden of her safety. “Keep her out of harm’s way.”
The woman accepted the child without a word, her eyes locking with Adamos’s in silent understanding. She moved back, taking Lyra to a safer distance, her gaze never leaving the battle.
Adamos stood still for a moment, his body tense as he focused his energy. The air around him began to crackle with power, an invisible force gathering in his hand. With a sharp exhale, he summoned his sword, the weapon materializing from the very essence of his spiritual energy. The blade glowed with a fierce, otherworldly light, the runes etched along its length pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
He was ready—unbound, unstoppable.
The demon, sensing the shift in its opponent, let out a bone-chilling roar and charged. Adamos didn’t flinch. Instead, he surged forward, his speed turning him into a blur of motion. He evaded the demon’s massive claws with ease, sliding beneath its arm and delivering a powerful strike with his summoned blade. The beast howled in pain, but it wasn’t enough to stop it.
As Adamos pressed the attack, the demon’s wounds began to close, black blood coagulating and sealing the gashes. Its eyes glowed a deep, hellish red, and its body started to convulse violently. The air around it grew thick with dark energy, swirling around the creature like a tempest.
Adamos narrowed his eyes. “So, it’s evolving…” he muttered to himself, recognizing the signs of a demon ascending to a higher form.
The demon let out a guttural growl as its body expanded, muscles bulging and bones snapping into new, more menacing shapes. Its skin darkened to an obsidian black, and its horns elongated, curling menacingly above its head. The once formidable creature had become something even more terrifying—a higher demon, far more powerful than before.
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The newly evolved demon roared, its voice deeper and more resonant, shaking the very air with its might. It charged at Adamos with renewed vigor, its speed and strength far surpassing its previous form.
Adamos’s all-seeing eye activated, allowing him to anticipate the demon’s movements. But even with this advantage, the higher demon was faster, more unpredictable. It lashed out with a massive claw, and though Adamos managed to evade, the sheer force of the blow sent shockwaves through the ground.
Adamos gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure of the demon’s enhanced power. He retaliated with a flurry of strikes, his sword cutting deep into the demon’s flesh, but the creature barely seemed to feel the pain. It countered with a brutal swipe, catching Adamos off guard and sending him skidding across the ground.
He quickly recovered, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. “This will take more than brute force,” he realized. Summoning his spiritual energy, he channeled it into his sword, the blade glowing brighter as it absorbed his power.
The demon lunged again, but this time, Adamos was ready. He sidestepped the attack, and with a burst of speed, he launched himself into the air, coming down with a powerful strike aimed directly at the demon’s head. The blade connected with a thunderous crack, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through the ground.
The demon roared in pain, staggering backward as dark energy exploded from the wound. But Adamos didn’t stop there. He pressed the attack, striking again and again, each blow charged with the full force of his spiritual energy. The demon, despite its evolved form, began to falter under the relentless assault.
Finally, with one last, decisive strike, Adamos drove his sword deep into the demon’s chest. The blade pulsed with energy, piercing through the creature’s dark heart. The higher demon let out a final, ear-splitting scream as its body convulsed violently before collapsing into a lifeless heap.
Adamos stood over the fallen beast, his breathing steady, his gaze cold and focused. The battle was over, but the intensity of the fight lingered in the air.
He turned back to the mysterious woman, his expression unreadable as he approached. “It’s done,” he stated flatly. “Let’s move. There will be more.”
Without another word, he began walking, his mind already on the next battle, the next challenge. There was no time for rest, no time for reflection—only the endless fight against the darkness.