Damian looked down at his spear. It had bent into a curve. The ridiculous Demon had bent sacrium in a single attack? His hands would have broken if it weren't for the multitude of aura-enhancing spells powering him, along with his third-ranker-level stats.
Suddenly, the Demon pulling his scythe back spoke to him, "Grell'ta vash nurak'tin! Throval'ek di'shara kren'qu!"
The language sounded familiar.. It was similar to the one the pigmen used. Damian had no idea what he said, though. But Damian also put away his spear—he wasn't going close to that thing anyway. Instead, Damian started drawing and holding even more runic spells, just in case.
"Hrash da'vel.. kinth dro'ma vek! Vrah'zul ik'tahn?" said the Demon again.
