••• Aleena’s POV •••
The room shook, and I prayed hard for it not to collapse, or we would all be buried alive.
Thankfully, my prayer was answered, and the room stilled after long moments of shaking.
The dust began settling, and once it settled, there was no more Uncle Cain. There was only Zalarus, the Demon King, in front of us. Zalarus had long black hair, eyes as black as the night with no white part, chiseled facial features, and tattoos all over his bare upper body. He actually looked mesmerizing, if not for the vicious aura surrounding him.
“How weak and stupid. Pathetic,” he muttered to himself, and we all knew whom he was referring to.
He swept his gaze across all of us and grinned evilly. Even his gaze caused me to be rooted in fear.
“I have to thank your brother for reviving and giving me his body,” he told Dad lazily as if blowing Uncle Cain’s body up was nothing.
