Defeating The True Demons
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"Hahh… I've grown rusty…" Allan looked at the enormous Berith, whose entire body was covered in wounds and burns, yet was still going. Compared to the True Demon, Allan had gone through even worse things as he had made Ifrit possess his body, and this had almost completely destroyed his body.
Even then, he had managed to corner the demon into this point, but the true demon still held a greater advantage in stamina and self-recovery ability. His aura was growing stronger the more damage he took as well, and his spear was becoming monstrous, the specter within it even more vicious.
"I suppose this is it, hero…" Berith said. "You've been the greatest challenge I've had, and you shall have the honor of live with me in each battle as I seal your soul into my weapon! Become my strength!"
Berith pointed his weapon towards Allan, as Allan prepared to escape the battle and think about something else until he could recover his stamina good enough… However!