Fourth Floor

"Ughh..."

Groaning, I slowly lifted my body off the ground.

As I regained consciousness, I felt my entire being surrounded by an eerie silence.

Although I was still in the ballroom, all the guests and even the Demon was dead.

"It actually hurts..."

Muttering under my breath, I flexed my fingers, feeling the sensation as if someone was ripping my muscles apart.

Whatever invaded my body, had left me weak and battered.

"Was that a Demon?"

Muttering to myself, I lifted my hand and touched the top of my head where the black horns sprouted previously, feeling nothing but hair.

I also reached for my back, trying to find any trace of massive bat-like wings that used to protrude from my body but all I felt was smooth skin.

"..."

Sighing heavily, I pushed aside these thoughts and went toward the Demon's body.

Using my Authority, a longsword materialized in my hand.