The End.

You face the demon. It seems the whirlwind required a great deal of strength. Its presence is no longer transcendent.

However, without your blade, you're probably not going to be able to deal a fatal blow.

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You move. It follows... and overtakes you.



...The Demon is still faster than you, even in this state. Your pride is wounded.



It clears the dust as it waits for you to land.



It will not need to wait long. While your blade, the Light of Judgment, amplifies the solidity of your memory, it is your ability the manifest them in the first place.

You focus and layer memory behind you.



You kick off of those memories.



Thankfully, the blade is not your only weapon. out of a hidden sheath, you draw the Butcher's Triangle.

...A cruel weapon, designed wide to create wounds that would not heal easily. You took it off the Count Menditsys as he paid for his crimes. You were never sure why you kept it.



The Demon is caught off guard by your sudden change in speed, only managing to catch your blade with its hand.



This is the closest you've been to the Demon. All of its talk seems to indicate intelligence, life, and experience.

It might be possible, then, to draw out the Demon's memories and turn them against him.

You gaze into its eyes, the window to the soul.



Its empty.