The hundreds of elves who had stood up in their moment of courage, just a few seconds ago, dropped down to their knees again the moment they saw the sadistic smile on the daemon's face.
This daemon, this creature in front of them… he looked human, even elves knew about humans, the blessed race…
However, their surprise came from his aura.
He was not human.
No, he was dangerous.
He was far more dangerous than any other creature or danger they have ever faced.
The sadistic daemon was wearing dark luxurious clothing that was fit for nobles, no, for royals.
What gave the elves the chills and made it hard for them to breathe wasn't his clothing however, no, not even his spine breaking smile...
It was the dead monsters behind him.
Although these elves have been in a deadly fight, those monsters were not the enemy they had fought.
