Wednesday and Enid had managed to kill two normal Morraks. Two regular ones and the short, scrawny demon remained.
‘A demon with intelligence and an imminent evolution. Interesting,’ thought Wednesday as she dodged a powerful kick from a Morrak, then struck at the heels of her enemy with her scythe.
It was the third blow she had delivered to that part of the body, and she finally managed to pierce the skin, eliciting a pained growl from the demon and causing it to stumble.
Enid appeared like a flash, taking advantage of the opportunity Wednesday had created. With her hands, she grabbed the demon’s injured heel and lifted it completely off the ground.
Even though Enid’s hands weren’t large or muscular, they possessed immense physical strength that would defy logic for a normie.
After lifting it, Enid slammed the demon against the ground. The impact echoed through the air as the Morrak growled, its body colliding violently with the stone floor of the labyrinth. But it didn’t end there.
Enid lifted it once more and smashed it against the ground again. She repeated the process, each time with greater intensity. Wednesday had stepped back to avoid the debris.
Enid stopped when she saw the other demon closing in on her. Without hesitation, she launched herself with force, grabbed the Morrak by the heel again, and, with an explosive twist of her body, hurled it. Morrak against Morrak, they collided with a sickening crunch of bones and flesh.
‘Her strength has increased,’ thought Wednesday, though not entirely surprised. What truly surprised her, even if her expression didn’t show it, was the brutality Enid had demonstrated tonight.
Her suspicions were practically confirmed, and it was something she found far from amusing.
The two Morraks got back up. The one Enid and Wednesday had beaten several times was in a pitiful state but still wasn’t dead, though its death was imminent. Even so, it charged at them again, as if it didn’t care about dying.
‘Its survival instinct is terrible, though that makes them more brutal,’ thought Wednesday as she launched herself at both Morraks, her dark scythe in hand.
Working together, Wednesday and Enid didn’t take long to kill the two Morraks. The small, lesser demon continued watching, as if it didn’t care about the death of its subordinates-or whatever they were to it.
“It just watched two of its own die,” Enid remarked, shaking her hand in the air to fling off the black blood from the two demons.
That’s the downside of fighting with your fists. However, Enid didn’t show any expression of disgust, only indifference, which caught Wednesday’s attention. She didn’t comment on it, though.
“They’re demons. It’s expected that they lack any sense of camaraderie,” Wednesday said coldly, staring at the small, ugly demon, which began to smile. Its grin stretched across most of its face, revealing its sharp, tiny teeth, which seemed to number many.
‘Its intelligence isn’t much to speak of,’ thought Wednesday, slightly disappointed. She had expected a greater intellect from this quasi-evolved demon.
“Demons?! How do you know that?” Enid asked, surprised by this revelation.
“Luke told me. If you didn’t know, we have a telepathic bond,” Wednesday replied indifferently.
Enid made a barely visible grimace when she heard Wednesday’s response. “Oh… right. Why are you telling me this now?” she asked, slightly indignant. They had been fighting for several minutes, and it would’ve been nice to know they were up against damn demons.
“Was it really necessary for me to tell you? I mean, it’s not like knowing changes anything,” Wednesday replied, causing Enid to frown slightly. It had been a while since she’d heard Wednesday’s biting responses.
They had to stop talking, as the small Morrak started to move. Its speed was incredible, much faster than the other two. It reached Wednesday in an instant and struck at her stomach with its small but muscular leg.
With sharpened reflexes, Wednesday conjured a dark shield at the last second to block the blow. The barrier absorbed the impact, but the Morrak’s power pushed her back with such violence that she couldn’t avoid being displaced several meters.
Wednesday planted her feet on the stone ground, gradually coming to a stop about fifteen meters away.
‘Its speed is far superior to the others, but its physical strength is the same,’ thought Wednesday, quickly analyzing the small demon’s strength.
Enid didn’t stay still. She moved her leg, aiming for the demon’s head. It jumped vertically, dodging the kick, but that wasn’t all Enid had in mind. Now, she sent a right hook.
‘You can’t dodge this now!’ thought Enid, already seeing her punch shattering the demon’s ugly face while it was midair and had no way to avoid it-or so she thought.
In an incredibly fast move, the Morrak twisted its torso mid-air, performing a kind of somersault while still jumping. It slid to the side with an unnatural grace, allowing Enid’s punch to pass by.
‘How!?’ thought Enid, surprised.
The Morrak landed on the ground and was about to charge at Enid when it quickly recoiled. In its place, three dark spears impacted the ground, shattering it.
‘Its agility and reflexes are also far superior to the other demons,’ thought Wednesday, her pale hand slightly extended toward the Morrak.
The previous Morraks were fast, yes, but their speed was raw and uncontrolled, driven solely by their immense physical strength. Their movements were clumsy and predictable. However, this Morrak was completely different. Although it had the same physical strength, its speed wasn’t a product of overwhelming force; rather, it was the result of perfect synchronization between its muscles and reflexes. Its agility was fluid.
‘If that’s all, I give it about fifteen minutes to live,’ thought Wednesday as her dark scythe grew larger, especially the blade, which extended longer.
“Transform, Enid,” said Wednesday as she sank into her own shadow and appeared behind the Morrak, starting close combat.
Enid nodded and began her full transformation. If they were demons and this one was slightly more intelligent, they needed to eradicate it as soon as possible.
Wednesday wouldn’t play around and would try to kill it as quickly and efficiently as possible. Even if she had to use Enid’s help, Luke’s ex-girlfriend.
With Enid in her full werewolf form and Wednesday being precisely mortal, even the fast Morrak began to find itself at a disadvantage and accumulating injuries.
It only lightly wounded Enid, who, with her werewolf regeneration, quickly healed. As for Wednesday, the Morrak couldn’t land a single blow on her, as she was too elusive in the
darkness of the place.
The Morrak, which had previously appeared calm and even enjoyed the others’ fighting with guttural sounds of satisfaction, was now becoming increasingly angry. It no longer smiled, and its guttural sounds were now full of rage.
Ten minutes into the fight, it realized that its life was in danger, unlike the other demons. It needed to flee, but it couldn’t do so-not when two delicious souls stood before it. Two powerful souls with an irresistible scent.
With a new idea in mind, the Morrak began to circle Enid and Wednesday. Its speed was so fast that it seemed as though there were many clones of it.
Wednesday and Enid started to retreat cautiously. They had to be careful if it tried a final,
desperate move.
Their backs touched, or more precisely, Wednesday’s head was against Enid’s waist, since in her werewolf form, Enid was very tall.
Suddenly, Wednesday’s eyes turned white. She was having a sudden vision. However, she didn’t lose consciousness; she stood there with her eyes white but still standing.
She had trained enough to not lose consciousness for a few seconds if she suddenly had a
vision.
Wednesday saw many images in a few seconds. First, a sign that read “Sunnyvale.” Then, a forest seen from above. The forest wasn’t in the best condition; it seemed there had been a
fierce battle there.
Then, she zoomed in on the forest to a specific area. In what seemed to be a crater created by
the battle, there was a body lying there.
She recognized the body immediately.
‘Enid,’ thought Wednesday, recognizing the characteristic blonde hair with pink streaks and her features. The only difference was that her usually joyful and lively expression was now
pale, with lifeless eyes.
After seeing Enid’s lifeless body, Wednesday returned to reality, unable to see anything else.
Her eyes stopped being white, and she noticed that the Morrak was still doing the same thing, but this time it was screeching-a very irritating sound, but one that Wednesday didn’t pay
any attention to.
‘Will Enid die in the future? In Sunnyvale?’ thought Wednesday, puzzled-something that didn’t happen to her often.
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