Seeing his two brothers defeated in mere minutes made the eldest expression darken. The weight of disbelief mixed with fury twisted his features as he stepped forward, glaring at the intruder standing amid the broken bodies of the Ninth and Tenth Brothers.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he roared.
The mysterious figure turned his head slightly, and the flicker of ethereal light revealed his face. It was Emery. His calmness contrasted the chaos around him.
He let his eyes sweep across the room, stopping on the white-bearded man. The faint curl of a smirk appeared on Emery's lips.
"Good," he said evenly, his tone filled with dominance. "You must be their leader, Maldrin the Midnight Demon. That saves me the trouble... I came for someone you captured—a friend of mine."
