GOM III

Tige snarled, his claws flexing as he prepared to pounce. "That's because when we become lower and middle-level demons, we're mindless!" he roared, his voice filled with frustration and a hint of sadness.

He lunged forward once more, his speed and agility fully restored. Marco braced himself, his fists clenched, ready to meet the attack head-on.

The clash was explosive. Tige's claws met Marco's gloves in a flurry of blows, each strike sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The force of their attacks was so intense that the ground beneath them began to crumble, cracks spreading like spiderwebs across the battlefield.

With a powerful uppercut, Tige sent Marco soaring into the sky, the human warrior's body a mere speck against the backdrop of the darkening clouds. Tige, his demonic agility defying gravity, leaped after him, his claws outstretched like talons.