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    With one minute remaining until the Demon''s Blood Flow eleration dissipated, I knew I had to make every second count. My body was battered and bruised, my clothes soaked in my own blood and that of the Demon''s.


    My muscles screamed in protest, and my mind swirled with fatigue, but I refused to surrender. I hade too far to back down now.


    Summoning thest dregs of my Mana, I infused my de with shadows, making its de flicker as if invisible. As the Demonunched another assault, I met its ws with fierce determination, pushing back against the monstrous strength that threatened to overwhelm me.


    ng...


    The sh of our des echoed through the air, and it seemed as if time had slowed to a crawl. Each strike was a battle in itself, with every muscle in my body straining to maintain my defense. The Demon''s ws left shallow gashes on my arms and legs, but I gritted my teeth and pressed on.


    In the midst of the intense struggle, I saw an opening. The Demon''s movements were starting to slow, a sign that its enhanced blood flow was waning. It was now or never.


    With a burst of speed, Iunched a flurry of attacks, targeting the Demon''s weakened areas. My de sliced through the air with precision, and this time, it found its mark. A deep gash opened on the Demon''s chest, and a pained howl escaped its lips.


    Grrr...


    But the Demon wasn''t finished yet. It mustered its remaining strength and delivered a savage blow, knocking me back several feet. I tumbled to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through my body. I struggled to rise, but my limbs felt heavy as if they were weighed down by invisible chains.


    Yet, the burning desire to survive fueled my resolve. I couldn''t let the Demon win. I couldn''t let all my training and sacrifices be in vain. With a surge of willpower, I forced myself back onto my feet, my breathsing in ragged gasps.


    "Fucking pest..."


    The Demon staggered, its movements bing more sluggish by the second. The Blood Flow eleration was wearing off, and I could feel a glimmer of hope in my heart. I just needed to hold on a little longer.


    Swinging my de, I aimed for the Demon''s legs, hoping to cripple its mobility. The strike connected, and the Demon roared in agony as it stumbled. It was weakening, but so was I. The exhaustion in my body was reaching its limits, and I knew I couldn''t keep this up much longer.


    But I had to keep fighting.


    I had to endure.


    I had to survive.


    With beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, I focused my senses on the Demon, anticipating its every move. Its once fearsome attacks were bing sluggish, giving me precious moments to counter. Shadows danced around my de as I infused it with my Mana, concealing my strikes in darkness, making it harder for the Demon to predict my moves.


    We circled each other, both of us on the brink of exhaustion. The ground beneath us was stained with blood, a testament to the brutality of our sh. The Demon''s eyes bore into mine with a mix of rage and desperation, knowing that its time was running out.


    I mustered my strength for one final surge. The seconds were ticking away, and I knew that I couldn''t afford to hold back any longer. With a roar of determination, I lunged forward, my de aimed at the Demon''s heart.


    In a fraction of a second, the Demon reacted, trying to block my attack. But my shadow-veiled de slipped past its defenses, grazing its chest. A burst of ck blood sprayed into the air, and the Demon stumbled back, its eyes wide with shock.


    I pressed on, relentless in my assault. Each strike was a calcted risk, every movement fueled by instinct and sheer survival. The pain in my body seemed to fade into the background as I focused solely on defeating the creature before me.


    Grrr...


    The Demon''s roars filled the air, mixing with the sound of shing des. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one urging me to push harder, to find the strength to finish this battle.


    The Demon''s movements grew weaker, its once powerful attacks now feeble attempts to keep me at bay. I knew that victory was within my grasp, but I couldn''t afford to get careless.


    As the final moments of the Blood Flow eleration approached, the Demon mustered itsst shred of energy, aiming a wild strike at my head. I ducked just in time, feeling the rush of air as its ws missed me by inches.


    With a surge of adrenaline, I channeled thest dregs of my Mana into my de, infusing it with intense Mana.


    Time seemed to slow once again as I delivered a final, powerful strike, my de cutting through the air with a resolute purpose.


    Pluck...


    It connected.


    The Demon''s body trembled, its strength sapped by the draining spell. Its eyes locked with mine for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of defeat. Then, with a defeated growl, the Demon copsed to the ground, its once menacing form now lifeless.


    Thud...


    The battlefield fell silent. The only sound was the heavy panting of my own breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I had survived the ordeal, emerging victorious against all odds.


    Copsing to my knees, I looked down at the fallen Demon, its body now a mere shell of its former malevolence. My hands trembled as I sheathed my de, the adrenaline slowly fading, leaving a sense of emptiness in its wake.


    I was battered and wounded, but I had triumphed. The Timekeeper''s Watch had yed its part, giving me the edge I needed to survive those crucial minutes. But it was my determination, my unwavering will to fight, that had ultimately secured my victory.<novelsnext>I think you should take a look at </novelsnext>


    Whoosh...


    Demon''s corpse began to turn into ashes and I quickly snatched a Dark Core from its remains, storing it in my Spatial Ring.


    I killed a D- Rank Demon.


    "Are they even alive?"


    Looking at the girls that were still unconscious, I slowly lifted my body off the cold pavement and approached them with caution.


    "Breathing... Breathing... Breathing..."


    Checking the condition of all the girls, I made sure that all of them were alive before going to pick up Rose, who was still hidden under the cloth.


    Hupp...


    Carefully, picking her up, I could feel the wounds on my body scream, however, I merely clicked my tongue at the pain, carrying the Elven Princess near the group of girls, who were already beginning to stir.


    "Do any of you have a spare health potion?"


    Since I had used myst health potion in the Void and had no time to restock my storage, I was now wounded and in need of healing.


    I could somehow carry myself and Rose to the Academy, but if we were to get into another fight...


    The girls seemed to know that as well.


    Although I could feel that they didn''t want to give me a potion, they also knew that I was an individual that could lead them to safety.


    Swish...


    One of them threw me a potion and I quickly caught it before it could hit the ground.


    ''Careful, bastard...''


    Muttering under my breath, I quickly drank its contents feeling the liquid revitalizing my body and easing the pain in my wounds.


    "We have to continue moving..."


    Taking a few minutes to rest, I finally spoke, prompting the group of girls to gather their weapons and stand up.


    I could see their faces lit by the dim lights of the alley.


    There was not only fear stered across their faces. Now they had a glimmer of hope and determination.


    ''How quick humans adapt...''


    Shaking my head, I spun around my heel, stepping over the ashes that were lying on the ground.


    I noticed that some of the girls avoided the ashes as if it was still a living enemy, pressing themselves against the walls of the alley to protect themselves.


    However, I didn''t pay much attention to it, knowing that the ashes were harmless now.


    Tap... Tap...


    Continuing on our journey through the chaotic city, we walked in silence, our ears filled with the distant and close sounds of explosions, the ground beneath our feet shaking with the force of the ongoing battle, and the horrifying screams of terror and pain echoing through the streets. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and destruction, and the once vibrant city was now reduced to a war-tornndscape.


    The group of girls followed closely behind me, their eyes darting nervously at every shadow, every sound that seemed toe from all directions.


    As we walked, I kept a vignt eye out for any potential threats. I didn''t want to be caught off guard again.


    If we kept this pace, we would reach the safety of the Academy in less than five more minutes.


    However...


    Fate is a bitch!