Morrin eventually regained domination over the fight. Being at the top of his grade wasn't just on paper; his physical power far surpassed Bryokun's, despite the latter's larger build. Morrin's alignment with his mark made him far more in tune with his demonic nature, and in this case, that meant pure, overwhelming physical prowess. In the end, that difference proved decisive. With one brutal twist, Morrin snapped Bryokun's neck, enough to kill a human instantly, but for a demon of Grade Two, it only meant unconsciousness and a painful recovery.
The arena went quiet. Bryokun's limp body hit the ground with a dull thud, victory sealed. Morrin spat on him. "Who's weak now, puta?"
Renny stepped in quickly, pulling him back. "That's enough. You've made your point."
Eryoma rushed to Bryokun's side, her expression fierce as she looked up at Morrin. "You're an animal. That's why I could never choose you!"
