Lamorto's eyes remained cold and calculating as he sized up the human standing before him. The immense power radiating from Vlad was undeniable, perhaps even greater than his own, which came as a real shock since he could not understand how a human could grow so fast in a New World.
However, as an Abyssal demon, fear and hesitation were foreign concepts. Any trace of doubt was ruthlessly purged from his mind, replaced by a singular focus on the battle ahead.
Lamorto's gaze briefly flickered to the Xaos soldiers and the small yellow cat wreaking havoc on the demonic beasts farther down the battlefield. The power unleashed by the small group, especially the cat, was enough to put him in danger, but they were too far away to interfere in his fight with Vlad.
A twisted smile curled across the Abyssal's face as he turned his attention back to Vlad. Thousands of his demonic Champions surrounded the battlefield, and he felt confident in his advantage.
