The woman's eyes widened in horror.
Before she could pull back,a cultish attacked Kae.
Kael just slammed his palm and pressed against the chest of one of the robed cultists who had stepped forward to defend her.
The man gasped, pausing like a statue. No sound came out of his mouth. His eyes widened.
And then his life began to fade.
The air around Kael stilled as the cultist's skin dulled and dried, his strength draining into Kael's hand. Within seconds, the man's body dropped like a sack of bones—dried, hollow, and lifeless.
The Saintess froze.
Another cultist screamed. "He's draining him! He's devouring him!"
"Demon!"
"Devil!"
Kael turned his head slowly, his hair now flickering like black fire. He didn't need his sword. His hands were more terrifying now.
Another tried to attack. Kael ducked the strike, grabbed the attacker's face with both hands and again he devoured the man.
The man's eyes rolled back. His body twitched once. And then he slammed on the ground.
