Devouring Demon

"Yes, you, Detective."

"But—"

"One minute and forty seconds remain."

Doctor Schneider reminded him.

Shade pursed his lips and asked rapidly:

"Are you sure you can still deal with that Flame Demon after I pull out that sword? I don't want to release another Flame Demon on Sikar Mountain for the sake of a relic. Only God knows how many problems Middlesburg at the mountain foot is facing right now. This place doesn't need a demon to make things any more interesting."

"Don't worry. That sword's damage against demons exceeds my expectations. Although I haven't identified its origin yet, I can be certain that the Flame Demon, sealed for hundreds of years, is definitely in a weakened state."

Although the Doctor had been forced to flee by that sword just now, he still looked very confident.

"There's just over a minute left. Fine, I'll pull the sword out. You swallow the Flame Demon, then immediately jump through the door."

"No problem."

Thus, Shade carefully approached. Since he possessed no demonic power himself, the longsword showed no reaction even when he reached out in front of the spark-spitting bonfire.

"Doctor, I'm doing it!"

Shade shouted, then quickly grabbed the hilt and pulled upward with force. But the sword did not budge.

"I don't think I can pull it out!"

"Put on the Demon Hunting Seal!"

The Doctor reminded him. From his voice, he seemed to be slowly drawing nearer.

Shade put the signet ring on a finger of his right hand, stood before the bonfire with his legs slightly apart, and gripped the warm hilt with both hands. Perhaps because he was wearing the ring this time, blurry images rapidly flashed before his eyes.

He saw the rope bridge before him when it had not yet broken. He saw, within the