The White Rose Of Damnation
The blade began to glow—burning blood-red, as if it already sensed the coming blood.
And then the ground trembled. As though something massive stirred beneath the soil. The treetops rustled—not from wind, but from weight. Mass. In the next heartbeat, the air tore open. Something burst from the shadows.
A demon.
Not like Kael. This one was twisted. Its body bare and unarmored, shoulders made of bone, limbs long and agile. Its skin was yellowish, covered in a wet membrane, its eyes glowing blindly—as though it didn't see, only sensed. Sharp, whip-like tongues lashed from its mouth, and as it leapt, Rea saw only a blur of crimson. But Kael was already moving.
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