That last line shocked Herriot, but he still dragged Saritsa and Creadan to mount on the Black Kodiak. He had seen the black figure—like a bird demon that was almost just looking human. The blazing beady eyes and the rough pair of horns on his head weren't present in Zinigrid's normal form. It seemed that it was quite fallacious to believe that these demon emperors were as simple as they were.
"Zinigrid?" Saritsa voiced out the question in his mind. Her eyes flickered as she failed to place the handsome yet coquettish face of that head emperor with the black figure in front of them. Aside from the horns and the huge beady red eyes, there was nothing else but black feathers. If he was not a haystack of black fur, what else was he?
