"That thing's not like the half-baked ones we fought before. You knew that and still blocked it?"
Rem spoke—not in reproach, just making a point.
Jericks froze mid-motion, as if wary of Rem’s sudden appearance.
If it had a name, it probably wasn’t just some ordinary monster. Which meant it might be capable of thoughts.
Normally, anything on a ghoul’s shoulders was purely decorative—but this was the Demon Realm. Nothing here obeyed the laws of common sense.
Since they were now in a standoff, their vigilance mutually raised, Enkrid took the moment to observe the ghoul—now named Jericks—a bit more carefully.
One thing was certain: that monster was monstrously strong.
