I could hardly believe I had to fight a human. Me—a demon created by Master Zalrorg specifically to protect his dungeon. Despite having lived only a short time and never having experienced combat before, having to lower myself like this against a creature so far beneath me in the hierarchy, like a human, was truly infuriating.
But there was nothing I could do about it. The moment I absorbed all the Ghosts into myself—no, the moment I was created, my fate had already been decided. If the mission of these intruders was to conquer this dungeon, mine was to protect it at the cost of my life.
I could still use my regeneration six more times, but having that power while firing projectiles with such a minimal amount of mana wouldn't be enough to face my opponent. To defeat him, I would have to take a greater risk than that. I decided to take half of my mana and distribute it between my arms.
