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Demonic monsters were born from the dark mana of the demon race. Certain creatures such as orcs and trolls that were scattered across the continent also fell into that broader category. However, generations of evolution had diluted the dark mana in those species.
The Minotaur before Caron, though, was no diluted variant. Minotaurs were beasts that had to be created directly by the demon race. In the armies they commanded, these creatures served as frontline shock troopers, living weapons in their own right.
“Nice to meet you,” Caron muttered.
The dark mana bore the wretched aura of the demons that had once ripped apart his entire life. Facing it now, he felt anger simmering deep within.
Whoosh.
A low hum rang from Guillotine, which sensed Caron’s intense hostility without a word. Dark blue mana gathered at the blade’s edge.
Roaring, the Minotaur swung a massive mace at Caron with astonishing speed for its size.
Boom!
The mace crashed into the ground, forming a deep crater, but it crushed only the lower-level monsters unfortunate enough to be nearby.
Suddenly, Caron was sitting atop the Minotaur’s right arm, stabbing his sword deep into the monster's thick muscles.
Thud!
Though the Minotaur's...
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