Kael reacted immediately as the creature finished emerging from the ground.
The earth cracked, and fragments of molten rock flew in all directions, as if the ground itself had been unable to contain what lay dormant within it.
A grotesque figure appeared before him. Its face was a twisted, empty, burning skull, and its magma-red body radiated suffocating heat.
Every movement left incandescent cracks in its wake. In its hand, it held a gigantic flaming sword, whose blade seemed to be forged with living fire, crackling with a constant roar.
"If I kill you, I will finally be free," said the creature, in a deep, scorching voice, as if each word came from a hellish furnace.
Kael narrowed his eyes. That surprised him a little. He hadn't expected the creature sealed in that ruin to be a low-ranking demon.
That was a surprise.
Kael knew well that numerous races coexisted in this world: elves, dwarves, and many others. Demons were no exception.
