The sacred silence that followed the oath ceremony was shattered by a tremor so deep it rippled through the marble beneath their feet. The grand hall of the Holy Order shook violently, and a suffocating wave of dark energy surged through the air. The brilliant light of the altar flickered—its holy glow dimming under the weight of a presence so malevolent that even the most seasoned paladins froze in disbelief.
From the fractured sky above the temple, a figure descended, wings spreading like a storm of shadow and death. Twenty wings—each vast, sinewed, and ink-black—extended outward, blotting out the sunlight. His skin gleamed with a cold, violet hue, and thirty eyes blinked across his handsome yet horrific face, each one burning with demonic gold.
The aura alone was enough to crush lesser souls.
Allen's hand shot to his sword instantly, his tone sharp. "A high-ranking demon—everyone, stay alert!"
