The shift was instant.
One moment, the Berserker Demon stood there, steam rising from its armored body, its red eyes glowing like hellfire. The next—
It vanished.
Chris barely had time to blink before a thunderous impact exploded against his chest. A bone-spiked fist crashed into him with the force of a collapsing mountain, the shockwave alone sending out a violent gust of wind. His body rocketed backward, smashing through trees like they were made of paper. Blood sprayed from his mouth before he even hit the ground, his body tumbling like a ragdoll before crashing against a jagged boulder with a sickening crack.
"As—!!" Sheila's scream was cut short.
The demon was on her.
