"Huff… huff… huff…" Kite breathed heavily, extremely tired and struggling to catch his breath.
"What the hell is going on? How is he still fighting like he's perfectly fine?" he asked, bewildered. His desire state had already ended, its duration having been extremely long.
"We need to escape. The longer we fight him, the greater our chances of dying," Tail said, scanning the surroundings for an opportunity to flee. He quickly relayed his plan to Kite—escaping together had a higher chance of success than going alone.
"None of you are escaping today," Brian said, walking toward them confidently.
"That's not for you to decide!" Kite shouted, charging at Brian. He wasn't going to cower in front of him—he was of the mighty demon race.
