General Malakar stood between them, his enormous demonic energy spreading through the ruined city like a storm. The pressure rolling from his body was enough to crack the pavement beneath his feet, yet the shadow figure's eyes never left Zeri.
That disturbed Zeri more than anything.
General Malakar had severed its hand. He had appeared between them carrying enough demonic power to make even powerful demons instinctively retreat, yet the shadow figure didn't seem threatened. It didn't even seem particularly interested in him.
Its attention remained on Zeri.
Only after several seconds did the shadow figure finally turn its head and look directly into General Malakar's eyes.
Malakar froze.
The change was immediate.
He had arrived ready to fight, but the instant their eyes met, something cold crawled through his entire body. His instincts, sharpened across countless battles and centuries of survival, delivered a warning so violent that his grip tightened around his weapon.
