The angels stared, unmoving, their gazes locked on the demon who had just unleashed that swirling, chaotic mass of dark energy toward them.
There was something about that attack.
It was something unnatural and bone-chilling.
It wasn't just the raw mana or the velocity of the blast. I
t was the way it twisted the air around it, as if reality itself recoiled from its presence.
The sheer pressure alone made the hairs on the back of their necks rise, and a paralyzing cold seeped into their bones.
In that moment, a dreadful realization washed over them like a crashing wave.
This demon wasn't ordinary.
She had been empowered.
And the source… was him. The one they feared.
The Child of Anti-Prophecy.
He wasn't a warrior by nature, not some legendary combatant whose strength alone could shape the tide of battle.
No—his gift, or perhaps his curse, was something far more dangerous.
The power he gave to others.
