Byrne felt as if countless eyes were watching him, an invisible intrusion upon his nerves that sent a chill down his spine.
Strange whispers and clicking sounds emanated from the white, thick fog, as if something not belonging to this world was silently descending, spreading a deep, unfathomable, and eerie atmosphere, which involuntarily made his innermost being shudder with fear.
Suddenly, demon after demon swarmed in, their blood-red eyes glowing as they danced in the shadows, the piercing shrieks resonating like grating music, permeating an aura that seemed to tear at the soul.
The outlines of demons coalesced in the gloom, waving their sinister claws, and tainted the surrounding fog with an eerie hue.
Viscount Bast had summoned a total of four types of demons, and each demon possessed its own special power.
