Bam! Bam!
It emerged like a wound torn into the world.
From the black fog, it stepped.
Not large—at first glance. Barely thrice the size of a human.
But it dragged gravity with it.
The ground didn't quake with footsteps. It shrank beneath them.
Even the other demons froze. Lower grades hissed and dropped flat on the ground, their heads pressed into the dirt in involuntary submission.
One lesser demon snarled in confusion and leapt toward the figure.
The Grade Three didn't raise a hand.
It simply looked at the attacker.
And the creature detonated mid-air — not by spell, not by magic circle, but by sheer essence pressure. Its insides crushed in, bones imploded. Black gore sprayed out in all directions.
A silence fell over the entire northern front.
Arielle took one step back.
Even from this distance, she could feel it — not a pressure like Damien's, not that sharp, controlled killing intent.
This was something else.
Something broken.
