The abandoned mansion Zayil had claimed as his headquarters for himself and his subordinates was now a scene of carnage. Bodies lay strewn across the hall, forming a gruesome tableau amid a pool of thick, darkened blood. Severed limbs and other grotesque remnants of the demon horde were scattered throughout, untouched even after hours had passed.
A silence reigned there.
Beneath the mansion, concealed by a hidden trapdoor, lay a treasure vault—a cavernous repository of wealth amassed by Yazil, Gin, and their men over centuries of plundering villages and towns. Gold coins, gemstones, and priceless artifacts glimmered in heaps.
But fortune had turned its back on Zayil and his horde. The treasure had a new master.
James.
The intruder was now deep within the vault, immersed in the spoils of his conquest.
"This scent... it's intoxicating, I can never get enough of it," James murmured in a sensual voice as his fingers trailed around.
