His raw hatred for demonkind could be felt in his words and in the crushing heaviness of his aura.
As expected of the one who had slain Amon, the so-called unknown ruler of the demon races. He was a hero of the goddess races Even if he was a piece of shit, his hatred for demons was genuine. Just knowing that alone earned him approval.
This was how a youth of the goddess races should be a demon hater always .
So what if he was arrogant. He had the strength to justify it. As long as he hated demons, that was enough.
Ishara Fang glanced at him, ears twitching slightly. Velora Nyxfall of the Silver Glades, who had been standing quietly in the shadows, allowed herself a small smile. It was only fitting that the one who carried the Silver Blades despised demons.
After all those blades had been made solely to kill demons, they were passed on as heirlooms for generations for that purpose.
Magnus Trombone stared at Damon, his eyes glistening as emotion welled up.
