"Ack! Shit!"
Shing!
BAM!
A black furred beast punched through the ground with its fist that was twice the size of a human's body.
Overhead a flash of golden light appeared and Sylva appeared. She replaced the rock she threw earlier and witnessed the [Dalsh-Ten] stuck where it punched.
Sylva looked down on her enemy. Her mind raced about many things.
Standing at five meters, with the body of a man covered in black fur all over but its chest. Fists two meters in size, cloven hooves that leave behind a mark with each step, and bull horns sticking out of its head while having the face of a tusked boar the Dalsh-Tenwas a creature that was more terrifying than any creature Sylva had ever seen.
"GRIAAAAAA!"
Sylva had been fighting with this Dalsh-Ten or whatever it was called. It was the mutation of the human Lilith was interrogating that became a mindless savage brute of a daemon.
