As the two Purebloods stood with their golden-irised eyes locked firmly on Serah, their first instinct was to toy with her, as was the nature of their kind. Yet even in their eagerness, their sharpened gazes could not ignore the state of the ruined clearing. The fractured ground, the scorched trees, and the acrid stench of burned flesh all whispered the story of a brutal battle that had taken place just before their arrival.
"It seems she has already been in combat," the two-horned demon muttered in their guttural, demonic tongue, its voice carrying a note of intrigue. "Most likely with Ozythar."
The four-horned demon's thick head inclined slightly as its molten eyes swept across the devastation. "Indeed. And by the look of things, she bested him." A pause, its attention narrowing as if to pierce through the air itself. "Do you think he is here?"
