Medeia had lost count of how many times she stabbed the demons with her dagger. None of them could escape, the moment they tried to cross the door, the runes would immediately burn their feet.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and floor that were already covered in thick layers of dust and filth.
The place had been disgusting to begin with, but now the stench was unbearable, even Medeia could barely stand being in that room a second longer.
The clock kept ticking. Maybe she had only been down there for ten minutes, but she had already killed dozens of demons.
Just as she expected, the wings gave her a major advantage. However, because the system had reduced her strength by 15%, she couldn't afford to waste too much energy, especially not before the real challenge arrived.
