Sylas' eyes narrowed.
This was well in line with the culture of Demons. What he didn't expect was that the flames of the Scorned Wrap would actually mean something to the Blazara.
Just like that, a huge segment of his enemies was gone, and the pressure lessened considerably. The Serpentes that had been fighting the Blazara swarmed to other locations, increasing the pressure severalfold.
No, it was worse than a huge segment. Other than the Ghorath, the Blazara were the largest fighting group here. They were of equal power to the Ghorath and had more numbers as well.
Now that they were gone, the abilities of the Noble Demons to defend themselves had plummeted to near zero.
Sylas didn't bother to ask the little girl about this. He already knew that he couldn't afford it, but he slotted this information to the back of his mind. His head slowly turned toward Prince.
Black scales rippled across his body, golden slit pupils staring down the largest threat he felt here.
