"No… no, you can't kill me! No one can kill me! I am a proud Deity Transformation demon, servant of Demon Lord Arkos!"
The three-eyed demon shrieked, its baleful aura erupting in a frantic blaze. Crimson light poured from its scales as it struggled–desperately–to halt the descent of the colossal blue sword.
But the sword didn't care.
Its edge continued dropping, slower than a guillotine yet infinitely more final, each inch carrying the silent authority of a world-ending decree.
Bang!
The barrier of demonic qi shattered like brittle glass, exploding into a storm of blood-red fragments. The demon's roar cracked into a whimper, its legs buckling under a force it had no hope of resisting.
The sword did not slow.
Not for a heartbeat.
Puchi!
A sharp, nauseating wet crack echoed across heaven and earth.
The demon's towering figure ruptured into a cloud of blood-mist, scattering across the torn landscape like crimson rain.
Silence followed—heavy, suffocating.
