Their imposing frame was enough to even make him a Demon Viscount appear small in comparison. GULP… Without him knowing, he gulped and involuntarily took a step back.
Simon's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the henchman who put his hands on his shoulder. It only took him a moment to assess the demon's rank—a low-tier Viscount, clearly used to throwing his weight around against weaker beings.
It was a familiar scene to Simon: demons trying to assert their dominance through intimidation, seeking pleasure in belittling others. Especially now, in the middle of a war, that kind of behavior was more unhinged and rampant.
The chaos of battle had loosened the demons' restraint, making them more brazen and prone to seeking conflict. However, it was one thing to do it with another but with him… they chose the wrong opponent to mess with.
The Viscount's bravado faltered when he met Simon's cold unreadable gaze.
