Its light deepened, colors bleeding into one another, and an unfamiliar aura began leaking out from it—cold, vast, and wrong. The abominations reacted instantly. Thousands of them roared at once, their twisted bodies shuddering as if responding to a command that bypassed sound entirely.
Saleos turned his head toward the tower.
He scoffed.
The sound carried, low and dismissive, echoing across the void like a challenge. Whatever was watching from that place, whatever presence had stirred, he was not impressed.
Without another glance, Saleos flashed back to his original position at the rear of the demon forces, his aura retracting as if the outburst had never happened.
As he settled, the tower's glow dimmed.
The abominations quieted.
The battlefield resumed its rhythm, as if the interruption had been nothing more than a passing tremor.
But I had seen it.
I narrowed my eyes, my thoughts racing.
