A week after the wedding ceremony, the three of them had gathered again on the plain where Mart and Moraf usually trained.
Meleic had recovered his arm, and the regenerative pill not only helped him regenerate his arm, but also gave him a boost. He had reached the sixth rank (starting point).
"I see that pill was useful," said Mart as he created the demonic barrier that would isolate them from the outside world.
The demon with blond hair, tanned skin, red eyes, and a black gem on his forehead wielded his scimitar and infused it with a demonic aura.
"Sixth rank, 'maximum point'. I want to see the difference in power," said Meleic with anticipation, without lowering his guard.
"That scimitar is a powerful relic; I think he'll be able to resist," thought Mart as he partially extended his arms, creating hundreds of blades of concentrated demonic energy.
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
The hundreds of blades were fired using concatenated demonic spells.
