The man smirked and casually flicked his finger.
The air shuddered.
Above them, the sky slowly turned dark red, like thick clouds soaked in blood.
The ground beneath their feet blackened, cracks spreading outward as a heavy pressure pressed down on everything.
Rynor glanced up. "…Okay. That's new."
Rynar rolled his shoulders, flames still burning around his fists. "Yeah. I'll give him that."
The guardian beasts stiffened.
Silvar's eyes narrowed. "This pressure…"
Eldrin frowned deeply. "This is not ordinary mana."
The man spread his arms slightly, clearly enjoying their reactions. "Welcome to my domain. The demon world."
Bastor rumbled low. "Impossible."
Varyn hissed softly. "How can a being like you wield demonic power so freely?"
The man laughed, sharp and mocking. "You beasts ask too many questions."
He pointed at them lazily. "You do not need to know who I am."
