The battlefield was swallowed by a dense smokescreen, thick enough to steal sight itself. For several long seconds, no one could tell what had become of Jamie Noter.
In the VIP section, Alexander and Sandra watched in silence—though their eyes kept drifting to Greg. The man who had orchestrated the attack stood rigid, waiting. He had detonated his weapon with the sole purpose of erasing the demon. If that blast failed to even leave a mark, then what followed would not be good news for him.
"You disgust me, human!"
Jamie's voice tore through the smoke. It was wrong—stripped of the faint humanity it once carried at the start of the confrontation. As the fight dragged on, that trace had been peeled away piece by piece. What remained was something colder, more monstrous. Calm footsteps followed the voice as Jamie walked forward, directly toward Greg—his enemy.
