In the dark alley, Astaroth froze when he heard the voice.
A chill ran down his spine.
From the shadows, a boy with jet-black hair and glowing red eyes stepped into view, each slow footstep echoing off the brick walls.
Arthur.
Astaroth immediately tried to gather whatever power he could still muster, demonic energy trembling around him as he attempted to stand.
"Blood Domain," Arthur said.
In the next second, something invisible snapped into place.
A small domain bloomed outward, filling the entire alley like a faint crimson haze. Unlike the massive domain he had used against Elizabeth, this one was compact, tightly controlled, and far less draining.
The air around Astaroth shifted.
He felt his own body rebel against him.
'What… is happening…?'
Arthur lifted a finger and pointed at him.
Astaroth's knees buckled.
He crashed to the ground, legs refusing to obey his commands. No matter how much power he tried to circulate, his limbs wouldn't move.
