"Horns? How is that possible?" Cassian staggered backward in disbelief.
He rubbed his face and felt his skin rough, like the scales of a fish.
His face reddened as he roared, "Demon Emperor Zerathos! What have you done to me? Why has my appearance changed like this?!"
Being scolded like that, Zerathos grew furious.
"I didn't do it on purpose! It happened because I directly took over your body to block that woman's attack!"
If he hadn't acted, Cassian would have died on the spot.
Yet instead of gratitude, Cassian blamed him, which only deepened Zerathos's resentment.
"You…" Cassian wanted to retort, but the words caught in his throat. He realized there was no way out.
His physical changes led to one unavoidable conclusion—he was working with a demon.
No matter how much he denied it, he couldn't escape that accusation.
A plan that had nearly succeeded suddenly collapsed in an instant. The frustration was unbearable.
