Whispers spread through the crowd.
"The Knight agrees…"
"This human—Nolan—might really be strong…"
"Maybe strong enough to save us…"
Then voices rose louder.
"Yes! I'll follow!"
"I'll follow!"
"I'll follow!"
Then among the dwarfs, we all gathered together. Suddenly, twenty of them began transforming—growing larger, bodies warping and twisting.
They were demons.
"Well… I thought you guys weren't going to reveal yourselves," Nolan said calmly. "I sensed you a long time ago."
"A human," one of the demons spat. "A human shouldn't forget her place. But I can tell—you're no ordinary human. And I can also feel it. My kind… we are being killed, reduced drastically. And it's all because of you."
"Blah, blah, blah, blah…" Nolan waved his hand lazily. "Big things like you aren't meant to speak before me. And I didn't say you should."
He landed lightly on the ground—boom.
Nolan stretched out his hand forward.
"I'm not on your knee, you peasant."
He pointed toward them.
