An icy shudder ran down the five lords' spines, causing their legs to chatter as they observed Adam's leather armor. From an exquisite set, it turned into a blood-dripping suit in their widening eyes. Ash covered its sticky surface, adding to the terror gnawing at their pale faces. His emerald eyes seemed to pull them into a demonic world of violence and fire.
The worst part? His gentle smile did nothing to alleviate this image. On the contrary, it made it more threatening! That's how they imagined his look after he visited the recalcitrant lords.
No. They shook their heads in unison. That's how they would have conquered them if they commanded such a powerful army.
Slowly, they exhaled, realising they projected their desire for victory on him before they turned to see the reality.
Thousands of clean civilians smiled behind the demons that had escorted them. Not a single wound smeared their healthy skins, showing how well Adam's army had treated them.
