Demian, Unarmed

The man who leaped from above grabbed the Wraith by the neck with his bare hands and slammed it into the ground. It was Demian's back.

Tteunaegi shouted.

Weapons, bring him weapons quickly!"

The Tteunaegi woman pulled out a hairpin, from which a thin dagger emerged.

Tteunaegi was about to hand it to Demian but froze, witnessing a brutal sight.

Demian had plunged in without a weapon, tearing off the Wraith's limbs with his bare hands and flinging them away.

The first time they encountered the Wraith, they felt a primal fear etched into their very instincts. Their bodies stiffened, unable to move, as if sensing impending death.

Thus, Demian's unrestrained actions shocked them.

The chill that had permeated the air gradually vanished.

The Wraith's illusion also faded like smoke. The torn-off arms of the Wraith turned into branches, and in Demian's hand, after everything was over, was the head of a scarecrow...