Nikko's gaze didn't waver from the demoness.
Not for a second.
As she held Leon's unconscious form across her shoulders, her thoughts churned with swift, clinical precision.
'She's hiding something… that concealment ability, it's not a simple skill. It has to be an affinity. And a high-tier one at that.'
Her eyes narrowed.
The demoness stood still, draped in shadows, her long black hair whispering over the ground, her markings pulsing faintly with dark energy.
Nikko shifted her attention briefly to Leon, still breathing, but only just. His aura was drained, his wounds raw, and his body bruised.
But despite all that,
He held on long enough…
That was all she needed.
If he hadn't lasted just a few more seconds, I wouldn't have traced the concealment field's anchor. He drew out the A-rank. Forced it to fight. And once it engaged, the field collapsed for a moment.
'Perfect concealment doesn't allow interaction. The moment that demon struck, it exposed its anchor.'
