The Demon
And finally, the devourer gave in.
The tentacles returned to their home plane, leaving our world alone. For the people, however, it looked different. They simply vanished, falling underground, and an overwhelming stillness occupied the battlefield.
For a few more seconds, the flaming whirlwind continued spinning, searing the exit. Nothing would grow on that field for at least five centuries, until the wind brought new soil to cover the glassy rocky pulp. My anger had melted the earth, turning it into volcanic glass.
Yet I cooled down the second I saw him.
Hot Chapters