Alex stood there, heart pounding, knowing he couldn’t dodge the Hatred Demon’s next attack.
This was it, the strike that would decide who won and who lost.
Most people would’ve panicked, maybe tried to duck or run, but Alex?
He did something crazy: he closed his eyes.
But he wasn’t stupid, there was actually a very specific reason for that.
He knew dodging the usual way wouldn’t work.
Those claws were too fast, too sharp, and the demon was too smart.
And so in that split second, as the claws came rushing toward him, Alex’s mind raced.
He pictured a dozen ways this could go—leaping left, ducking right, even rolling under.
But every single one ended the same: him sliced to bits, dead on the ground.
His imagination didn’t offer any miracles.
The Hatred Demon was just too good, and Alex wasn’t about to kid himself into thinking otherwise.
It’d seen everything he could throw at it by now.