Anthony's gaze tore through the space in which he had appeared. There, he saw them, demons, their numbers rising into the hundreds, sprawled across the ground as if deep in sleep.
Chaos energy seeped from their bodies, saturating the air around them. Some had their tails coiled around themselves, swaying gently as they rested.
Anthony didn't make a move. He simply watched in silence.
Any ordinary individual might have at least been tempted to do something, perhaps kill one or two of them before retreating. But Anthony did no such thing. He harbored no particular hatred for demons.
To him, demons were no different than how humans viewed ants. Ants rarely did anything significant to humans, yet they were crushed without hesitation simply for existing in the wrong place. That was how Anthony saw it. He didn't discriminate; he simply existed above such emotional bias.
