The mood in the street shifted without warning.
The demons around them suddenly stopped shouting and shoving each other.
One by one, they began backing away, retreating toward doorways and alley corners.
Something was coming.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the street.
A group of demons emerged from between two buildings.
Unlike the others, these ones were organized.
They wore uniform outfits, dark and reinforced, clearly made for combat rather than style.
Their movements were sharp and controlled.
And all of them were looking straight at Garion.
Dahlia noticed it immediately. Her grin faded, replaced by interest.
"Oh?" she muttered. "Looks like we finally caught someone's attention."
Arden swallowed and leaned closer to the group.
"Master… it seems you were right. Velgon really did sell our information."
Garion didn't stop walking. He only nodded slightly. "Naturally."
Dahlia cracked her knuckles. "Of course he did. They're demons. Betrayal is cheaper than honesty."
