A Lower Demon (11)

"I call the start. Not you," Seung's voice echoed, a mix of groan and yell escaping his lips. His gaze locked onto the demon.

"Chh," the demon sneered, its smirk growing. "Okay..."

In the next instant, Seung's body blurred, distorting from view. The demon's smirk didn't waver, though there was a trace of irritation in its expression. It didn't move or adjust, continuing to face forward despite the shift. A swoosh cut through the air behind it, the sound causing its ears to twitch, but the demon's reaction was too late. Seung's dagger had already cut through its chest with surgical precision.

The demon's eyes narrowed slightly as blood rippled out from the wound. Without hesitation, Seung spun, slicing through the other side of the demon's chest. Instead of reacting with anger, the demon laughed—a deep, twisted cackle of excitement.

"You really think that's enough?" it jeered, its fangs flashing dangerously as it lunged toward Seung.