Editing City Series:Volume2 Chapter 7 (section)

===Part 8===

Valeath saw Amon.

He saw the full demon flap its wings in the deep hole and burst out into the candlelight like solidified darkness.

“A demon god!?”

The demon stood tiptoed on the railing and six giant owl wings grew from his back.

These were not the two thin bat wings of a lesser demon. These were wings of a pure demon or a fallen angel and they were filled with a complex pattern.

“…”

The wings slowly wrapped around Amon’s body like separate living beings and then forcefully opened.

At the same time, Amon flew toward Valeath. His new wings scattered feathers as he flew forward.

“So you’re coming!?”

Valeath raised his sword and leaped forward to meet Amon.

Valeath was the first to move in midair.

“Sheyaaah!”

He released his breath just as the silver line raced forward and cut through one of Amon’s wings at the base.

But that was all.

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Amon swung a fist down after Valeath’s blade and smashed it from above.

With the sound of shattering glass, the white blade turned to snow.

They both landed.

Valeath had already cast aside the hilt. He approached in a lowered stance and reached Amon in only three steps. His right hand was pulled back for an open-hand jab.

“Seyaaaah!”

He cried out as he struck and Amon received the blow while turning around. His eyes were still closed and he received it on the left side of his chest.

The sound of impact was dull.

It was the sound of something breaking and it sounded empty, fragile, and even soft.

“Kh.”

The man known as the strongest Hound gave a gasp of surprise.

His eyes were trained on Amon’s chest where his hand was buried to the wrist. He stared at it for a while before gasping again.

With a damp sound, he pulled his right hand from the left side of Amon’s chest.

His hand was wet with blood.

But it was not Amon’s blood. His hand had been crushed beyond recognition.

He had poured everything into that strike, but it had been blocked by something. His hand had been smashed by its own destructive force.

“What was that?”

Amon answered that question in a different way. He stuck his hand into the breast pocket of his jacket where Valeath’s hand had stopped and he pulled out a piece of paper.

It was the demon contract Jonathan had left.

The contract now contained Valeath’s handprint. It had a bloody print of his mangled hand.

“!”

Valeath drew back and Amon pursued him.

Amon opened his eyes and looked at Valeath. His golden eyes stopped Valeath.

Amon then spoke.

“The contract is complete!”

With a sharp cry, he released his full power.