The Asura Demon's severed arm dissolved into dark particles. Where the limb had been, flesh rippled and bulged, new bone pushing outward through the ragged stump. Muscles wove themselves together like living rope. Skin stretched over the new limb in seconds.
The demon flexed all four arms and smirked, its crimson eyes blazing.
"Is that all, Astraeon?"
Damian said nothing. His black sword hummed with energy that made the surrounding void tremble.
They collided again.
BOOM.
The Asura opened with a four-armed combination — two fists hammering from above, two energy blasts firing from below. Damian weaved between the fists with inhuman precision, his body bending at angles that should have snapped his spine. The energy blasts he absorbed into his sword, the dark metal drinking the attack like a sponge before redirecting it in a horizontal slash.
CRACK.
