The entire floor shook as Lucifer shot forward again, his blood-blades coated in living shadow, eyes focused and burning gold-red.
He clashed with Damaris mid-air—blade to palm.
And like before, his strike did nothing.
Damaris didn't even blink.
The white-haired monster twisted his body unnaturally fast, elbow driving into Lucifer's jaw with bone-crunching force, sending him flying across the arena. He hit a stone monolith and cracked it in half on impact. Dust flew. Blood spilled from his mouth.
Lucifer groaned, rising.
But before he could even blink, Damaris was there again. A flash. A blur. A fist.
Lucifer barely phased through it with a spatial warp. The punch cracked the air where his head had been. The shockwave alone blew apart the stone ground beneath them.
(He's relentless—like fighting gravity itself…)
Lucifer flipped mid-air, twisted his body, and summoned a barrage of crimson tendrils from his back. They snaked out, forming spears, and launched forward.
