Morok had to pretend to give a damn about Glemos' plans and explain why the two women were willing to help him.
Both the Hydra and Friya bore the emerald streak of Spirit Magic, something that all fallen races venerated and that was the lifelong dream of both Balors and Tyrants.
"Are they your wiv-?"
"Please, continue. Don't mind me." Agonizing screams cut Syrah's short as Lith impaled a few monsters on his wings. "I'll get back to you in a jiffy."
His Abomination Touch drained the hapless creatures dry, reverting them to their original form as their mana and life force empowered him.
While everyone gaped at the sight of their savior and his majestic allies, the crowned demon had resumed the slaughter, cutting the awestruck monsters down by the dozen with each swing of his blade and sucking their lives out to regain his strength.
