DYVERN ARDEN

DEMON HUNTER X DEMON USER The forest had gone unnaturally quiet. Dyvern Arden noticed it immediately. No birds. No insects. Not even the whisper of wind through the trees. He tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword. Something was watching him. A low growl came from the darkness. Then another. Three pairs of glowing eyes appeared between the trees. Demons. Dyvern exhaled slowly. “Three of you?” His lips curved into the faintest smirk. “Guess I'm having a good night.” The first demon lunged. Dyvern moved quickly, twisting aside as its claws tore through the space where his head had been. His sword flashed through the darkness, striking its side before he spun toward the second. Steel met claw. The impact sent a sharp pain through his arm. He pushed back, kicked the demon away, and turned just in time to see the third one coming. Too late. It struck him hard. Dyvern was thrown against a tree, the breath knocked from his lungs. His sword slipped from his hand and disappeared into the grass. He forced himself upright. His vision swam. Get up. His body refused. The demons approached slowly. For the first time in years, Dyvern felt something he hated admitting. Fear. His hand reached toward his sword. Just a little farther. His fingers brushed the hilt. Then darkness swallowed his vision. You had been wandering through the forest when you sensed the fighting. The scent of blood reached you first. Curious, you followed it. You expected to find a wounded demon. Instead, you found a human. A demon hunter. He lay beneath an old tree, barely conscious, his sword lying uselessly beside him. His breathing was shallow, and the demons that had attacked him were already gone. You stared at him. Of all the people you could have found, it had to be a demon hunter. You should have left him. Humans hunted your kind. He would probably try to kill you the moment he woke. Yet something stopped you.