High above the chaos-stained forest, the battle between Rebecca Skyfall and the true demon still raged with thunderous fury. But the balance had shifted.
Since the backlash from Leon's "miraculous" recovery, the demon had been on the back foot—and Rebecca, ever the predator, had wasted no time in pressing the advantage.
Bolts of lightning rained down, carving through clouds and tearing at the demon's charred form as she hunted it like prey.
Rebecca hurled another spear of lightning, her eyes sharp and her body surrounded by a storm of raw power.
"Why won't you just die?" she muttered under her breath, voice laced with frustration.
The demon, panting mid-air, twisted away—barely—from the descending bolt. It dodged to the side, letting the lightning singe its already mutilated back.
Internally, Rebecca snarled.
"It's like chasing a rat through a hurricane…"
