As if proving his last statement, I watch as Xander raises his hands, his eyes glowing a vivid shade of black, as a ring of fire erupts from all around us.
Xander may possess demonic powers now, but nothing is ever truly immortal. Everyone and everything has some sort of weakness. I don't know how to do it, or if it's even possible, but I want, no need to kill Xander. He may be the walking dead, but even zombies can be killed.
Before I can think of a solution, I watch as Xander stands up, if you can even call it that. As he never once bent his knees or showed any sign of natural human movement. Rather he sort of just floated from a position on the ground to a standing up position, making himself appear larger in size. It was creepy, but I couldn't allow myself to dwell on it.
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