For an instant, shock and confusion flickered across Nebolex's monstrous eyes. He had summoned countless pawns through the Sacred Realm, but this man—this stranger—he did not recognize. The power radiating from him was far beyond anything those lesser beings could have wielded, surpassing even the Lords he sent into the realm. The aura that tore through the throne room was sharp, commanding, and filled with an intent Nebolex could not mistake.
Murder.
But confusion did not linger long. Coldness soon replaced it. A tide of fury, sharpened into killing intent, rose in the Devil Lord's gaze. If this intruder had appeared in his domain with such force, then the answer was simple. He wanted Nebolex dead. That meant the only response was to strike back with overwhelming, merciless power.
