One of them paused.
"…Did you feel that?"
Too late.
Fenrir moved first.
It didn't burst in.
It appeared.
Crossing the distance in a blur of white and red, its claws tearing through the first demon before sound could even follow.
CRACK!
The body collapsed instantly.
The second demon turned but there was a flash.
And it was gone.
Blood sprayed across the twisted roots as Damien stepped in.
His entry was not rushed or chaotic.
His presence unfolded—not explosively, but like something being revealed.
Heavy.
Cold.
Oppressive.
Every demon in the chamber froze for a fraction of a second.
Just enough.
Their eyes locked onto him.
Recognition came.
Then came something more primal... Fear.
"…Human—"
Too late.
Luton expanded.
Violently.
Its body surged outward, covering the ground like liquid silver, engulfing two demons instantly before they could even react.
They screamed and then vanished.
Devoured.
