A dark scowling aura covered Datu Paduka's head, as he led his warriors to attack the Atagat Tribe warriors, he could no longer think clearly.
The combat instincts, the craving for blood and violence-filled his head. He wanted to kill the enemy and drink their blood.
"Stand behind me! Make some distance of over ten steps away behind me... I will handle the rest!"
He declared while his whole being is slowly transforming. Something that is fully displayed which didn't have a chance to show itself during that night when he had fought the Atagat Tribe the first time, after taking full control of Argus's body.
He could feel it.
The resentments, the fury, the agony, the sadness, the pain...
Every negative thought bubbling inside everyone—fueling the depths of his heart, absorbed inside his soul.
Demon!
This is what it meant to become a demon.
