The voice that spread across the space held so much evil that everyone present—including the gods—felt their backs break into a cold sweat.
Even Klaus, who knew Asmodeus would be coming, couldn't help but feel his spine tingle at the tone of his voice. Turning sideways, his gaze landed on his undead necromancer walking out of the smoke, a smile painting his face.
Following right behind him was an Immortal Lord shrouded in a black cloak, his face covered behind a mask. After they walked out, the black-cloaked figure extended his hand, and the spear that was hurled at the demigod who aimed his bow at Klaus flew back into his firm grip.
Klaus said nothing, for he wasn't about to blow his cover.
Asmodeus would soon be recognized as the aide of the Paragon, so he planned on distancing himself from the most evil person he knew.
All battles came to an abrupt halt, their gazes turning to Asmodeus.
