* Alpha Daemon *
There is a big mistake that a witch like her does and that is underestimating my ability just because I am in pain due to her poison. My warriors listened to me and followed my signal.
Pain was a familiar enemy.
I had learned long ago how to fight through it, how to let it sharpen me instead of break me. But this, this was different. This poison wasn't just clawing through my veins, it was alive, reacting to her will, feeding off this cursed place.
Still, she made one mistake. She thought it made me weak. But it only fuels my determination to fight!
A low growl tore from my chest as I forced myself upright, blood already trickling from the corner of my mouth. My grip on Arriane lingered for half a second longer, just enough to ground myself, before I stepped forward.
