At this moment, incessant raindrops fell on the Eye Demon's shoulders and the top of his head.
He felt a chill, not brought on by the rainwater, but seeping out from deep within his heart. An icy tide carrying the scent of death swept over his entire body, causing the joints to stiffen and tremble.
The Eye Demon suddenly realized that he was afraid, his body quaking with fear.
He wasn't afraid of Simonyi, who had obtained terrifying strength, but rather the dreadful nature of that power itself. The mysterious and profound aura circulating within it seemed to interpret the fundamental disparity of life. If he were a piece of rotting wood, then the entity before him was an iron axe, capable of chopping with ease.
Now, the Eye Demon Carlos finally understood what Simonyi had said.
He revered the Demon Figure Gate Master, reverence, reverence, but why such reverence?
