Caesar’s powerful golden aura completely severed the demon’s right foreleg. He felt a rush of adrenaline, finally freed from the painful sensation of vomiting blood that he had endured until just now. He felt as if he could get drunk on this sensation, that made it seem as if he could fight for a few days.

-Kiiiieeeeehhh!

The demon writhed in pain and shot the thorns on its back in all directions. Caesar swung his sword to create a huge gust of sword wind and deflected the thorns.

Rationally, it was clear that his entire self would burn at the end of the Dance of the Fireflies. He knew at least that he wouldn’t last a very long time.

The demon's recovery was abnormal. New bones and flesh were already sprouting from the severed leg stump and growing back.

Intuitively, Caesar realized that out of anyone here, he alone could kill that demon.

-Stop! If you stop now, you can still live on somehow!

Arwen stopped Caesar. If he used only one attack, Hillis could still save him.

But Caesar shook his head. Even if he hadn’t used the Dance of the Fireflies, considering the unfavorable battle situation, it was clear that Bloody would have used the Dance of the Fireflies instead. In order...