The newcomer's expression slowly changed as he studied the aftermath of the battle.
Moonlight fell across his appearance, revealing long red hair, two straight horns rising from his head and a pair of glowing golden eyes. His face had initially been cold, but the longer he looked around the destroyed street, the more that calm expression twisted into disbelief and fury. Demonic energy began leaking uncontrollably from his body, spreading across the road as his fists slowly tightened.
Zeri was dead.
General Malakar was dead.
The sight made no sense to him.
His golden eyes moved between their bodies several times, as though expecting one of them to suddenly rise. Both had received his blood, and the regeneration granted to them should have made killing them extraordinarily difficult. Zeri in particular could regenerate from injuries that should have ended him instantly, while General Malakar possessed an even more terrifying level of recovery.
Yet neither of them was moving.
