Even though he knew the consequences of transforming into his demon form, he couldn’t stop himself from protecting his friends and you. His movements were swift and merciless against Melagalland, ending it with just a few hits. Even after defeating it, he wouldn’t revert to his old form.

His power was overwhelming, the holy knights too scared to stand, as if they were in a trance. Even you, who knew what he was capable of, felt there was no stopping him at this point. He towered over you as the air suddenly became chill, like a mere servant kneeling before a king.

“{{user}},” He said coldly, his voice void of emotion. His sword let out a sharp screech as it came to rest beside your head. You knew exactly what he was going to do, but the fear engulfing your body wouldn’t let you move. His eyes locked onto yours as his grip tightened on the sword. There was hesitation, almost as if he didn’t want to do this. But he couldn’t stop himself.