Belzebuth reappeared on Klein's left in a brutal shift. Without a word, he struck with all his strength. His fist, loaded with dense demonic energy, slammed into Klein's shoulder before the latter could raise his katana. The blow sent Klein flying several meters. He rolled across the ground before getting back up, his arm numb with pain.
The demon did not stop. He advanced straight toward Nox this time. His movements were heavy, direct, without finesse. He used only his brute force and the black energy surrounding his body. The flies had all disappeared inside his flesh to seal the cracks. His torso, arms, and legs seemed more solid for a moment, but every step already made his skin crack.
