The Demon's Hand

Beyond the opening, the figure of an old man was visible. With the dark surroundings and the grotesque, writhing arms, the figure finally felt like a Demon.

Before rushing at the creature, I couldn't help but feel a slight bewilderment.

*...Hmm.*

The impact from the hand I'd just clashed with was heavier than I'd expected. Of course, it had sent a tree three or four times my size flying with a single swing, so I'd anticipated some impact...

But the impact was more intense than I'd imagined. The hand holding my spear was numb. If I just let it hang, it would tremble slightly. It wasn't enough to affect combat, but it was annoying if I paid attention to it.

That made me even more puzzled. I'd thought it was just a *Weakling* Demon, constantly running and hiding. But when I then saw it, that didn't seem to be the case.

Demons that usually hide their true forms often have weak main bodies. Sitri, for example, had incredible brainwashing abilities, but her main body was no different from a common person. Basin could only use space movement and even admitted to being a *weakling* himself.

Honestly, it was a baffling sight for a creature with seemingly considerable physical power to be hiding.

*Does it have some other ability?*

Well, that was something I couldn't know then...