Moose spat out another mouthful of blood, chuckling out a gritty laugh. His voice really made one feel as though they were vibrating from the inside out.
"What? Do you want the same thing he did? Neither of you will get it."
Sylas calmly stood above the giant man. The bear demons didn't dare to move with their leader's life in the hands of another.
However, this leader of theirs seemed like he was on the edge of breaking down. He was laughing quite calmly, but with Sylas' sensitivity, he could tell that the man was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He didn't expect the giant to be so emotionally fragile.
Truthfully speaking, he obviously didn't kill them because they were useful, but this man especially.
In a world of beasts mutated from their own homegrown animals, and humanoids that likewise evolved from Earth, the demons were sort of a curveball that didn't quite fit anywhere.
