Zalkareth, the demons' strategist, stood atop the fortress.
From up there, the base burned beneath him like an open wound.
A deep frown sat on his bony face, and a cold rage gleamed in his narrow eyes, anger that did not need shouting to be dangerous.
Absolute chaos had engulfed the entire base, something he had neither expected nor even thought possible. And yet, it had happened.
All the prisoners had been freed, and worse, their powers had returned. He could understand the part about them being released, after all, destroying the prison cell bars was enough for that.
But the return of their powers? How was that possible? That was not something that could happen so easily. Even for him, removing the seals placed on all those prisoners was no simple task.
Exactly what kind of bastard had such power?
Zalkareth stared down at the scene below, his teeth clenched.
"What exactly… happened?"
