"Let's go meet the others," Demon Master said with a light sigh, speaking slowly.
He turned and left the sorrowful place, his eyes losing their desolate look to regain firm determination.
The great task was not yet accomplished; it was not time for him to fall into decay. With the deep vengeance of his comrades still weighing on him, he would not topple so easily.
Black Robe quietly sized up this great leader from behind, feeling as though the stooped figure harbored a flame-like power within, yet he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
This leader had truly exhausted his mind and spirit for the sake of the Demon Court; had it not been so, with his mighty strength, he wouldn't appear so aged.
The two continued on their way, passing through ruins to reach a cave that seemed endlessly dark, as if its depths were forever invisible.
