The three trembling Level 1 Experts hesitated, then slowly nodded, their breathing still uneven, but the words seemed to offer them a lifeline, something to cling to in their rising despair.
It made sense—at least, they forced themselves to believe it did. If they stayed together, surrounded him, and attacked as one, Max would be overwhelmed. He couldn't teleport and strike down all of them at once. They just had to keep their nerves steady, move in coordination, and not allow fear to dictate their actions.
They readied their weapons, circling Max cautiously like a pack of wolves preparing to tear down a beast far larger than themselves.
But standing at the center of them, Max's expression didn't change. If anything, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Infernal Demon Transformation," Max muttered softly, almost like a whisper carried away by the winds of battle—and then it happened.
