"His eyes widened. He rushed outside, looking around in panic. His deep voice boomed through the camp.
"Prince Verion! Where are you?"
His scream echoed, drawing the attention of others. More demons stirred awake as their faces darkened with realization.
"Fuck. There is a dead body!" one shouted.
"There is one here too!" another cried.
"It has been assassinated," a third said with dread.
One demon picked up a corpse and examined the wound. His eyes widened in shock. A clean slit cut across the throat, slicing the veins in a single stroke. It was sharp and smooth. Too precise for a mistake.
"Killer," he shouted. His voice shook with fear.
"There is a fucking killer out there!"
The camp turned into chaos. Demons rushed about, their war cries rising.
"He isn't here!"
"Who isn't here?"
"That human…"
"Did he escape?"
"He must have found out about the death of his comrades!"
"Fuck! I told you not to kill the prey too quickly. Now see the mess!"
