The projection flickered again, zooming in on another part of the Corrupted land.
Now it was Merlin and Aurelia's turn.
A large crater stretched before them, a Demon standing tall in the middle of it.
It was not of flesh like the rest of the Demons, or disgustingly grotesque, but... metal.
Indeed, its entire body gleamed with black steel.
A walking fortress with not a single part exposed...
Spikes sprouted from its arms, blades protruded from its back, and its eyes glowed molten orange beneath a helmet of fused iron.
It literally had no weak points.
They had to create that themselves.
"Seriously…"
Merlin sighed, her shoulders slouched.
"Couldn't we have stumbled onto something squishier?"
Aurelia cracked her whip back towards herself.
"You could start by hitting something that isn't me."
Merlin twirled her staff lazily.
"I'm trying, but you keep running around in front of me."
"I'm baiting it."
"You're blocking my line of sight!"
"You—"
