"A wounded tiger is still a tiger."
Merath's expression became darker than charcoal when she heard Simon's words.
'This Blackmoon... Who, no, what is he?'
'Why doesn't he just die? He's severely injured, but he's still able to fight back... He's a monster even amongst Daemons.'
Merath's eyes slowly flickered with the light of realization.
'Wait... He's not even a true Daemon yet. He's still a Half-Daemon. And he's a hybrid on top of that.'
'How powerful would he be if he becomes a true Daemon?... That's a terrifying thought.'
The light in Merath's eyes continued flickering from hatred to wariness to uncertainty to unwillingness to coldness then anger.
The forest became silent once again as Simon, Sonya, and Akaza stared at Merath in silence.
The river continued flowing in the distance, completely unaware of the killing intent that filled the clearing.
Merath looked at Simon, then she looked at Sonya and Akaza.
Sonya was standing in front of Simon despite her injuries.
