"What was that?" Rota's voice was dry and her eyes still watered from the the lack of oxygen that the aura had caused.
Belialthorn almost smiled, that question "What is that" had been one of the most asked questions since they got inside the castle. It was as if they asked this question about everything that was always happening.
This one though, had been one of the scariest, and not just because of the aura. It was as if the very air was fear they were afraid to breathe in. As if a sword was pointing straight at them.
"It was like I was facing a horde of monsters with nothing but a knife in my hand." Alaric shuddered, the hair in his body still standing.
Belialthorn knew the aura...something similar to it. He had seen the aura surrounding the top of the top that always surrounded the Demon King. It was an aura that only comes from one thing and one thing alone. Death. Thousands of it.
