The Silver Pact
His true amber eyes were dim, shadowed with deep, crushing exhaustion, looking at me with immense sorrow.
"Gideon" I cried, lunging forward across the cracked earth.
Before I could reach him, a sudden, deafening roar tore through the sky. A towering wave of void fire erupted from the earth between us, solidifying into a massive, shadowy silhouette eight feet tall.
The demon stood before me.
It had no true face, only a swirling vortex of jagged, violet smoke and ancient, cold eyes that burned with anger. The air around it was so cold that the ash falling from the sky froze mid air into fine black needles.