Ethan looked at the demons with eyes colder than the void itself.
They stood before him in disciplined ranks, their auras thick and oppressive, warping the air around them. At first glance, they resembled the ancient demons he himself had resurrected from extinction. Their horns, scales, and crimson pupils followed the same ancestral patterns recorded in his memory. Yet the longer he observed them, the more wrong they felt.
These were not the same creatures.
The ancient demons he had revived were remnants of a forgotten era, beings whose bloodlines had decayed over endless epochs. They were powerful, yes, but their strength followed rules he understood. Their instincts, limitations, and growth paths were all within his authority.
The demons before him now were fundamentally different.
