Toz turned around fast like lightning to see who had managed to sneak up on him without him noticing.
Only a dozen meters away, on the other side of the eye of the storm, a demon stood and leaned against empty air with crossed arms like it was a wall there. The pale red-skinned demon had a vest and a pair of loose-fitting pants on him. And two small horns poked out of the top of his forehead, right at where his grey hair started growing.
Since the vest only covered the sides of the demon's torso, Toz saw how well-defined his muscles were. And when the demon moved, Toz also saw how in control of his body the demon was.
Toz had undoubtedly encountered a formidable foe. Toz didn't think it was a fluke that he didn't sense the demon before he spoke. It was obvious that the demon had impeccable control over both his body and demonic energy. Suppressing his presence until Toz, who had just gone through everything he had gone through, probably wasn't even a challenge.
"Well?"
