Your Last Meal III
Booooom!!
Damien was slammed into one part of the wall unannounced.
Greeeeeiii!
The cavern trembled under the force of the demon's roar, its deep, guttural sound reverberating like a war drum, drowning out even the sound of Damien's ragged breaths.
From his place half-buried in the cracked wall, Damien peeled himself free, grunting as the dust and rubble fell around him.
Blood trickled from his forehead, partially matting his silver hair to his skin, and though his muscles screamed for rest, his sharp blue eyes burned with determination. He had to somehow finish this demon off.
The demon, now fully aware of its advantage, loomed over Damien, its towering figure shrouded in a dark, corrosive aura that seemed to decay the very ground beneath it.
Its jagged claws dripped with black ichor, and its glowing crimson eyes narrowed as if mocking Damien's futile resistance.