Dread gripped the Demonic Beastmaster as he turned around, only to find himself face-to-face with Derek.
But this wasn't the Derek he remembered – something about him had shifted, and it sent shivers down the Beastmaster's spine.
Derek's hand rested heavily on the Beastmaster's shoulder, and his eyes gleamed with an intensity that radiated power.
The once-casual demeanor of the Demonic Beastmaster had morphed into one of genuine unease.
He could feel an aura emanating from Derek, a palpable force that seemed to seep into his very being.
It was as if Derek's presence was overwhelming, suffocating him with an unrelenting weight.
Derek's hoarse laughter, tinged with an otherworldly edge, reverberated in the air. The Beastmaster's heart raced, his mind racing to comprehend the shift in power.
This wasn't the same guy who had been pinned down just moments ago.
Derek's eyes held an ominous glint as he tightened his grip on the Beastmaster's shoulder.
