"Why does he look big?" Essa asked her, confusion edged with a fierce alertness. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her curved sword as she eyed the monstrous figure.
Leo, standing beside her with his katana drawn, coughed awkwardly, casting a sideways glance at the looming enemy. "Well, your master told us to provoke him, right?"
Essa nodded slowly.
"And yeah, this is his provoked form," Leo added.
"…"
Essa's lips parted in shock, her breath catching. Her master had never spoken of anything like this—never warned them the enemy could become something more than a demon.
Fallen Nergal's cold, inhuman eyes locked onto Leo and Leo alone, ignoring everything else as if the world had narrowed to a single target.
Fallen Nergal let out a guttural snarl, yanking his spiked flail weapon with a violent twist. The iron chains screeched, and the deadly spiked sphere whipped through the air with terrifying speed, hurtling toward them.
