Bulkrat was a 5-Star Void Rank Demon Head, but even it couldn't fight back the overwhelming power of the Mother of Demons.
When Spectra was done, the giant red Demon convulsed violently as it clutched its empty, smoking chest. Spectra had ruthlessly siphoned the core of its Gloom, leaving Bulkrat gasping and bleeding dark sludge onto the ruined graves.
Spectra floated gracefully to the side, her demonic aura curling around her. She looked down at Lancet, who was still sitting on the dirt, catching his breath with his sword resting flat on the ground in his grip.
"You had better finish it off now," she purred, pointing at the creature with her crimson eyes. "Before it recovers its Gloom."
Lancet gave her a tired, flat look. Then, he forced a heavy breath into his lungs and slowly found his footing. Once he was up, he gripped tight on the golden hilt of his S-Grade sword.
He glared at the red Demon. "Alright. You should be easy enough now."
