Placing a leg on its stomach to keep it on its back, ignoring the number of times it clawed at my skin with terrifying growls coming out of its mouth, I pull out the blade.
Raising it into the air, I swing the sword down and impaired the weapon into its neck. That also didn’t kill the gargoyle, so I pulled the sword out and began to hack at its head, trying to sever it from its body until finally it gets cut off.
My actions caused me to be bathed in splashes of demon blood, the disgusting globs of liquid making me look like someone from a horror movie.
Tilting my head, I stare at my handiwork before looking up. I didn’t miss the terrified looks in people’s eyes as they stared at me, some of them so distracted they opened themselves for an attack. Even the Crown Prince paused to gape at
