'Did I get taller? Is that why he seems so small?'
Golden eyes tracked across the assembled mercenaries with focus that made hardened killers want to look away.
But it was the weight that hit hardest. Pure power radiating from him like heat from a forge, making the air itself feel heavier.
'This is who I came to fight?' Marcus thought, horror dawning. 'This is the boy who was in a coma?'
The cloaked figure moved to stand beside Jack. Then, he reached up and pulled back the hood.
Pale flesh. Blank white eyes that held no pupils.
"Demon," someone whispered. The word spread through the mercenary ranks like wildfire. "That's a fucking demon!!!"
Terror rippled through fifteen thousand men who'd thought they were fighting a conventional war.
Another portal opened, smaller this time. A man stepped through with a three-headed hellhound at his heels.
Red eyes swept across the scene with obvious amusement, a smile playing at his lips.
