Rosie's Games

505  Positively Tantalizing

However, for some unknown reason, their attacks did not seem to have any effect at all! If anything, it seemed that the hooded figure found it even more amusing!

"Hehehehe…." The figure's laughter echoed through the wintry landscape. "Who would have thought that I would not just find one, but two?" One was sufficient, but two? It was practically a blessing! Oh, Maledrax was already basking in this delightful turn of events.

Of course, the hooded man was none other than Maledrax, the demon who had been collaborating with Ena Thun. He cackled and chuckled as he skillfully used his supernatural abilities to evade the attacks of the two blessed individuals who believed that combining their powers would work against him.

"Give up…." Maledrax taunted, his intentions not to harm, but to wear them down. He had no desire to damage those attractive bodies, he wanted them intact. Maledrax had learned his lesson well, especially after inhabiting a body that had been irreparably harmed. That is why he concealed his disfigured face beneath the hood.

However, gazing upon the two handsome men standing before him, Maledrax could not contain his elation. He could finally exchange this battered vessel for something more appealing, and the prospect thrilled him to his core.

As the two men continued their futile assault on Maledrax, the demon could not help but toy with them further. His movements became almost dance-like as if he were engaged in a waltz amidst the falling snowflakes. Every punch thrown, every bolt of energy fired, Maledrax effortlessly sidestepped or deflected with the grace of a seasoned performer. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Is that all you have?" Maledrax jeered, his voice filled with mockery. "I expected more from the chosen ones. Perhaps your blessings are not as potent as you believed."

The two men exchanged a glance, their frustration growing. They had trained for years to master their extraordinary gifts, and yet, before Maledrax, they felt utterly powerless.

Maledrax's laughter filled the air again. "You see, I have faced countless foes over the centuries, and none have come close to defeating me. What makes you think you can?"

It was clear that Maledrax was relishing this confrontation. Toying with his opponents was not just a tactical move, but was a source of amusement. He had become a master at exploiting his enemies' weaknesses and enjoying their helplessness.

With each passing moment, the two men's energy waned, their attacks growing weaker and less coordinated. Maledrax's plan was working perfectly. He was wearing them down, and he could practically taste their defeat.

"Hehehehehe—" Maledrax could not help but chuckle. Then a thunderous boom resounded through the snowy landscape.

"Oh?" Maledrax arched an eyebrow in mild surprise as the two men abruptly dashed in opposite directions. "Hahahahahaha…." His laughter echoed through the chilling air. "Humans are indeed quite foolish."

Maledrax found himself almost doubling over with laughter at the spectacle before him. He could not help but be amused by their desperate attempts to escape. Did they truly believe they could outrun him? After all, he was a high-ranking demon, a creature of formidable power. How could two individuals, each wielding only a single element, possibly hope to defeat him?

As the two men sprinted away, Maledrax knew he had them right where he wanted them. Their separation only played into his hands, allowing him to pick them off one by one.

The more they struggled, the sweeter their eventual defeat would be. With a wicked grin beneath his hood, Maledrax gave chase.

To his surprise, however, the distinct scent of the two individuals suddenly vanished into thin air.

"Hm?" Maledrax arched an eyebrow, a momentary confusion knitting his brows as he paused to scan his surroundings. A chilly breeze swept across the snowy landscape, causing a light fog to form around him.

Then, in an instant, his world exploded with a deafening BANG. Maledrax's hooded head snapped back, and his cold, amused expression transformed into one of grim seriousness. The shockwave of the sudden burst of power sent him stumbling several steps backward, a rare occurrence for a demon as powerful as he.

For the first time since the confrontation began, doubt flickered in Maledrax's eyes. Something unexpected had just transpired, something that had disrupted his carefully laid plans.

He could not help but feel a growing sense of unease as he considered the possibility that these two individuals might not be as ordinary as he had assumed.

But how could they be ordinary? If they were, then what was the point of using their bodies? Maledrax could not shake the nagging doubt that had crept into his mind.

The people born on this continent were naturally weaker than him, and using their vessels had always been a straightforward affair. He had never encountered such resistance before, and it intrigued him.

With renewed determination, Maledrax allowed a sly smile to curl upon his lips. The more these two struggled, the sweeter the taste of victory would be.

"Now tell me this…." A voice suddenly echoed, shattering the tense silence and interrupting his contemplation. Maledrax's attention snapped toward the source of the sound.

"Why would a demon… someone who should not exist in this world, come here?"

Maledrax narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze locked onto the white-haired man who had materialized a few steps away from him. The newcomer's presence was undeniably powerful, and it radiated an aura of authority that was hard to ignore.

For the first time in this encounter, uncertainty gripped Maledrax's heart. He had expected a straightforward confrontation, but this unforeseen development had thrown a wrench into his plans.

"And who might you be?" Maledrax inquired. He could not discern the full extent of the newcomer's power, but there was an undeniable sense that this individual was not to be underestimated.

Maledrax had encountered countless beings over his long existence, but this one seemed different, in a league of its own.

As he studied the figure before him, Maledrax could not help but allow a wicked smile to curl beneath his hood. This turn of events was indeed a pleasant surprise. If this new opponent proved to be even more formidable than the two men he had been toying with, then the prospect of inhabiting their body was positively tantalizing.

Oh… should he use this body for himself and give the other two to his lord?