The other resisters murmured in agreement, their weapons raised, their expressions showing a mixture of defiance and fear.
They knew this was dangerous, but the alternative, signing away their souls without resistance, felt worse than taking a stand.
Little did they know, they were challenging the demon who killed Kragoth.
Jack stood on the platform, looking down at the group of rebels with that same emotionless expression.
The Blood Frenzy state made his presence feel dangerous, but these demons had faced down dangerous opponents before.
They'd served in the slave pits, had put down riots, and had killed demons who tried to escape.
Surely twenty armed warriors could handle one overseer, even a powerful one.
Jack's response came without words.
The transformation started at his chest and spread outward like liquid shadow made solid.
Black demonic scales erupted across his skin, covering his arms, his neck, and his face with those black demonic scales.
