A face emerged from the runic formation.
Although it was but a mere projection of the real thing, it sent out waves of dread and power across the chamber. So much so that it seemed that the room was on the verge of crumbling.
But a simple hand seal from the lich stabilized the runic formation. And with it, the devil's face too became stable. Soon, the face became clearly visible for all to see.
Its skin was dry and red, stretched tight as if scorched by a perpetual fire.
Across the right half of the face, pale white symbols were etched into the flesh, forming intricate patterns like a living tattoo.
Its eyes were wrong. Pitch black sclera swallowed the whites entirely, and within them, pupils glowed the color of fresh blood.
From its forehead, a pair of horns jutted outward, curling back like an obsidian crown.
It did not look human. Not even close. After it fully materialized, its blood-red eyes found the lich standing before him.
