The adults, their demeanor shifting to one of foreboding, immediately identified the intruders. A weighty tension filled the air as the demonic entities materialized—a towering figure with imposing horns sprouting from its head, and a more insidious, crafty presence, both exuding an unsettling aura of darkness.
Samiel's certainty solidified. 'The accounts I perused are undeniably manifesting before my eyes.'
The demons, though retaining a human-like appearance, bore subtle otherworldly features—slightly pointed ears, two prominent horns, and an undeniable dark aura that clung to them like a shroud.
"You can't escape once you set foot into my domain." The crafty one spoke, his tone filled with malice. "The only fate that awaits you is - death."
"!" Samiel's body suddenly shuddered as he heard the demon's voice, chills running down his spine. Furthermore, an intense amount of hatred and fear enveloped his being as he gazed at the demon.
