"I never knew you had such good friends that were willing to die for you. I'll make sure to make good use of their bodies."
Sunless' fingers tightened around Simon's neck, and a sharp pain spread through his body.
He could not move.
His arms were useless. His legs were useless. His demonic pathways were a complete mess, and even the simple act of circulating demonic energy felt like dragging broken glass through his veins.
Everybody thought he was useless and powerless. They all thought that even an Unawakened demon would be able to kill him in this state.
However... if that was the case, why would he tell Sonya that she should not worry about Merath and Jorra?
That he could deal with them in his current state?
And the reason for this is because his mind still worked.
His soul still worked.
And his eyes still contained the coldness and indifference that could shake the heavens.
