It was blurry as Ishtar slowly opened her eyes after being blown away by the Hero.
A thin trail of blood trickled down the side of her forehead.
Her vision struggled to focus. At first, all she could make out was the blurred outline of a small figure standing before her, one with horns protruding from its head.
Then her sight cleared and her eyes widened to the greatest shock of her life.
"Glen…?"
Standing there was the boy, but no longer as the Glen she knew.
The demon within him had revealed itself and was already locked in combat with Dark Nova, who continued weaving through his attacks with overwhelming speed.
The demon could no longer continue pretending as it had no choice but to fight for its own survival.
Glen's left hand remained stretched toward the Hero.
As long as it stayed that way, countless thorn spikes of varying sizes continuously manifested out of thin air around Dark Nova, each one attempting to impale him from a different angle.
