Reign stretched out his hand, and dark tendrils extended from all over his body, sliding across the battlefield toward the scattered corpses.
As soon as the tendrils touched the bodies, they crumbled into ash. Streams of dark energy flowed back to him, draining the vitality from the dead.
The tendrils moved quickly and smoothly, going from one body to the next, leaving only dust floating in the air.
Once a gruesome field of fallen devils, the battlefield quickly turned into an empty wasteland.
Quill watched in silence, his glowing eyes fixed on Reign.
He chose not to question the act, deciding it wasn't worth prying into the secrets of a primordial demon.
'Not enough,' Reign muttered, exhaling deeply. The effort hadn't pushed him to a breakthrough, but he was sure the next city would be the final pushed he needed.
His gaze shifted to Quill, observing the hunter from head to toe, evaluating every detail about him.
