Zain turned as footsteps echoed through the hall.
A tall man stepped out from the red-lit corridor, his black-crimson cloak heavy with embroidered flames.
He walked without hurry, like the heat bowed before him.
Zain smirked.
"You must be the leader," he said.
Vorthar stopped, gaze calm but sharp.
"And you must be the cause of this mess," he replied.
Zain tilted his head.
"I'm Zain Zavathor. The Heavenly Demon."
He pointed behind him where flames and bodies marked his path.
"I've come to build my own territory. And yours seems… vacant."
Vorthar's expression stayed neutral.
"So you think because we've been quiet, we're weak?"
"I don't think anything," Zain said.
"I take what I want. And I want this place for my Heavenly Demon Sect."
Vorthar closed his eyes briefly.
"Arrogant fool."
He put his palms together.
"You intrude. You spill blood. And now you threaten to rule over us?"
He opened his eyes and looked toward the ceiling.
"I'll burn the soul out of you."
