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With a deafening roar, Berthold, Raveus, and Germund unleashed their combined fury upon Fein. The dark cave erupted in a tempest of explosions

Bethorld produce a wind shuriken on his hand and threw it on Fein's direction, and Germund on the other hand, raise his fist which produces a faint black glow and punch Fein on the chest.

BOOM!

The impact sent shockwaves reverberating through the air, shaking the very foundation of their surroundings.

The onslaught was accompanied by mocking laughter and sarcastic taunts. "How is it, Fein? That human should have been turned into a bloody pulp by now, right?" Berthold jeered, his voice dripping with venomous delight.

Raveus chimed in, his laughter mingling with the chaos. "Arrogant bastard! Who the fuck did he think he was, challenging us?" he sneered, relishing in the belief that they had vanquished their audacious opponent.

Germund, his face twisted in a malicious grin, added his own mockery to the mix. "That's what happens when you cross paths with the demons. They don't stand a chance!" he jeered, his voice laced with sadistic glee.

Amidst the haze of dust and debris that engulfed the cave, their laughter echoed, their confidence soaring as they basked in their presumed victory.

But as the dust began to settle, their mocking laughter turned into gasps of disbelief. Their eyes widened in shock as the figure of Fein emerged from the dissipating haze, unscathed and untouched. Not a single scar marred his figure, and not a speck of dust clung to his impeccably poised form.

Fein stood tall and unyielding, his eyes burning with a potent mix of power and superiority. He regarded the stunned demons with a smug smile playing upon his lips. With a hint of amusement, he directed his words at his incredulous adversaries. "That's it?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Berthold's jaw dropped, his expression shifting from arrogance to disbelief. Raveus stumbled backward, his laughter replaced by a mixture of shock and fear. Germund's malicious grin faltered, his eyes betraying a flicker of uncertainty.

Fein's unscathed presence shattered their illusions of triumph, leaving them shaken and uncertain of their own strength. In that moment, the true extent of Fein's power became all too clear, and their mocking arrogance crumbled under the weight of his undeniable superiority.

The silence in the cave was deafening, broken only by the echoes of their failed assault. The demons, once so assured of their dominance,

Fein, basking in the disbelief that painted the faces of the three demons, couldn't resist the urge to provoke them further. His sarcastic tone laced his words as he unleashed a barrage of cutting questions. "Where's your ego now?" he taunted, a sardonic smirk playing upon his lips. "Has it been shattered, realizing that mere humans can ascend to your level?" The audacity of his words hung heavy in the air, a challenge that struck at the very core of their pride. Fein's gaze bore into each demon, his eyes alight with a mixture of amusement and contempt. "In my eyes, the three of you are nothing more than insignificant frogs clinging to the wall."

The demons, fueled by rage and wounded pride, were unable to restrain themselves any longer. They lunged forward, a united force intent on obliterating Fein and erasing the mockery that danced in his eyes. Raveus, his palms crackling with dark lightning, summoned an immense surge of power. With a vicious swing of his arm, he hurled the electrifying force towards Fein, the very air quivering with its malevolent energy.

The dark lightning tore through the cave, unleashing chaos in its wake. The sheer force of its impact ravaged the surroundings, reducing everything it touched to smoldering ashes. The once solid walls crumbled under the onslaught, their structures reduced to nothing but rubble. A cloud of dust and debris billowed through the air, obscuring the once-clear view of the cave.

Unfazed by the carnage surrounding him, Fein stood his ground. His figure remained unyielding, his eyes locked onto the approaching destruction with a chilling resolve. His stoic expression betrayed not a hint of fear, but rather a sense of anticipation, as if he were prepared for this very moment.

Germund, sensing an opportunity amidst the chaos, conjured a bubble of iridescent energy that shimmered with an ominous aura. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the explosive sphere hurtling towards Fein, its volatile power unleashed upon impact. The bubble burst with a deafening explosion, its shockwave reverberating through the cave and shaking the very foundations of their battle arena.

Fein, caught in the epicenter of the blast, was uprooted from his position. The ground beneath him gave way, collapsing into a gaping chasm that threatened to swallow him whole. Yet, even as he sank into the darkness, his grip on composure remained unyielding. His body, brimming with resilience and strength, fought against the force of gravity, refusing to succumb to the depths below.

The demons, their triumphant smirks faltering, watched in disbelief as Fein defied their expectations. Their attacks, once believed to be unstoppable, had proven futile against the indomitable force that stood before them. Their faces contorted with a mixture of frustration and confusion, the realization dawning upon them that their opponent possessed a power far greater than they had ever anticipated.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, Fein emerged once again, his figure rising from the abyss with an air of invincibility. Not a scratch marred his unyielding form, and a chilling smile danced upon his lips. The demons, their confidence shaken to the core, found themselves faced with an adversary who seemed untouchable, an enigma they could not decipher.

...

Fein's aloof gaze shifted from the disintegrating remnants of Raveus to the terrified faces of Berthold and Germund. With an air of nonchalance, he let out a deep sigh, the weight of their impending doom palpable in the air.

"It's my turn," Fein declared, his voice tinged with a sinister undertone. A surge of vibrant red energy engulfed his eyes, casting an eerie glow that seemed to pierce through the darkness of the cave. Two laser-like beams of crimson light shot forth from his eyes, unyielding and unstoppable.