He glanced to his left. At where Luton was located.
The slime barely rippled, waiting for one mental command from its master.
Just a thought directed at the Stellar Slime. 'Devour it. Whole.'
Luton moved not the way it usually moved—not the surging, expanding flood it became in chaos. This was different. This was targeted. It shifted from its resting position with a kind of quiet, liquid purpose, crossing the distance between itself and the Captain in a way that was almost gentle.
Almost.
The Demon Captain saw it a fraction of a second too late.
It had been entirely focused on Damien. On the fight between them. On the culmination of everything it had built toward.
Luton was not Damien.
