Damian and Ingram were at a loss as to how to proceed in the battle. Miller, on the other hand, knew exactly what he wanted: to eliminate both of them and satiate the rage burning within him.
With his newfound form, Miller dashed towards Damian with incredible speed, thrusting his lance forward. The attack was swift and powerful, slicing through the air like a razor.
"Damn it, I'm in trouble," Damian thought, realizing the near impossibility of evading such a ferocious onslaught. Miller had unleashed his full force, intent on disposing of Damian as quickly as possible.
"Die, insignificant human!" Miller bellowed with a raspy and chilling voice.
In that very mont, a strong gust of wind materialized beside Damian, propelling him away from the impending strike. However, Miller showed no signs of stopping. He swiftly redirected his assault towards Ingram, plunging the lance deep into his stomach.
"No!" Damian scread, his heart filled with profound sadness.
He had no idea whether Ingram would survive or not, but the uncertainty alone weighed heavily on Damian, plunging him into a profound state of grief.
Ingram struggled to breathe, his breaths ragged and weak, a sign of his diminishing strength. Each inhale and exhale felt like a battle, as if he fought for every precious bit of air. His body clung to life, but the will to fight had almost vanished. He stood on the edge of surrender, knowing that if the relentless struggle continued, his inevitable end awaited.
"You bastard!" Damian's voice cut through the chaos, filled with anger and fury. His eyes blazed with an intense madness, fueled by a rage he had never experienced before. It consud him entirely, like fiery lava coursing through his veins, igniting vengeful thoughts in his mind. Every part of him trembled with one purpose: to seek revenge, to rcilessly erase Miller from existence.
With each passing mont, Damian's control weakened, like a frayed rope on the verge of snapping, unraveling his sanity. The weight of his pent-up anger pressed against his chest, ready to explode like a volcano. Emotions churned within him, blurring his vision, blurring the line between right and wrong. The thunderous pounding of his heartbeat drowned out any reason or rcy.
In that fragile instant, the world narrowed down to one focus. Miller, the target of Damian's wrath, stood before him—a vile presence that needed to be wiped out. The re thought of Miller's continued existence insulted Damian's wounded soul. It defied justice itself. And in that mont, the thirst for revenge burned brighter than the sun, consuming Damian's very being.
Miller watched in fascination as Damian underwent what seed like a supernatural transformation. His glowing red eyes and pulsating muscles were a captivating sight, evoking a mix of curiosity and apprehension in the demon.
Yet, Miller couldn't fully grasp what was happening. He had road the world for centuries, encountering all sorts of extraordinary creatures and phenona, but this transformation unfolding before his eyes was new and bewildering.
Fear began to creep into Miller, a sensation he rarely experienced. Could it be that Damian was the source of this fear? The idea seed absurd to a being with Miller's vast experience and power. A re human, with all their fragility and transience, shouldn't be capable of eliciting such a potent emotion.
However, there was sothing different about Damian, sothing that transcended his humanity. It was as if an unseen, imnse force was manifesting through him, defying all expectations and preconceived notions Miller held.
Miller made the decision to confront his fears and approached Damian cautiously. With a hint of trepidation, he inquired, "What is happening, Damian? What are you capable of? I have never witnessed anything like this before, not even in my most extraordinary encounters throughout the centuries. Please, enlighten ."
Miller approached Damian with slow steps, observing attentively, trying to uncover sothing about the phenonon unfolding before him. He sought answers, but was t with a powerful punch right in the middle of his chest! The attack was fierce, potent, and swift, causing Miller's massive body to soar through the air, crashing into the stone wall of the cave. The entire place trembled. Bats hidden deep within the cavern scattered as rocks fell from the ceiling.
"W-What the hell are you?" Miller asked.
Damian no longer knew who he was or where he was. His body began to increase in size, reaching a terrifying height of 15 ters! His muscles grew larger, and his hair extended all the way to the tip of his feet.
The blood around his body seed more vibrant, like a fusion of his magic's blood and his slis. It was no longer just circulating within his body; it had also changed in form! Two wings were present behind his back, along with a third eye on his forehead! This eye was terribly frightening, with a red pupil and the rest of the eye completely black.
Ingram was still awake and could witness Damian's transformation. It was sothing he had never seen before, and it felt ominous.
anwhile, Miller, previously confident in an easy victory without complications against two humans, was starting to consider fleeing. A powerful and respected demon like him considering escape—it would be a subject of ridicule and disdain if others of his kind were present.
But what could he do? Damian appeared to be extrely powerful, especially after getting a taste of his own power, and Miller didn't want to die. He had only recently managed to erge from the underworld and walk among humans again.
Of course, it was a one-sided desire. Damian, although not as rational as before, was still certain of one thing: he needed to kill Miller, no matter what happens!
Damian pressed his legs onto the ground with such force that it created a massive crater. He propelled himself forward with such power that Miller was unable to anticipate his movents!
Suddenly, Damian appeared in front of Miller, who was still recovering from the last attack, and struck him once again! This ti, the blow was so strong that Miller crashed through and shattered the cave walls, being sent flying outside.
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