For a fraction of a second, the others stared at him again, as if remembering he existed.
Then their attention snapped back to the demons, because the sight in front of them did not allow distraction.
The old man glanced at Michael.
There was surprise in his eyes.
"I do not know what is happening," the old man said.
His gaze shifted again, tracking the movement of the demons.
"But I know what must be done."
The old man's expression hardened.
"If this continues," he said, "it will become far worse."
He lifted his hand.
Space trembled.
"We stop it here."
Then he vanished again.
The other rank 3 followed, leaving only Michael behind, but this time not without dropping a nod at Michael first.
"This is insane," Michael thought mentally as he maintained his distance.
"Did the disappearance of the demon lord have to do with this?" Michael said aloud as he brought his spear out of his soul space together with the damaged coffin of the forgotten that houses his undead.
