Nolan stared at the demons with a sharp, observant gaze.
So, they're the same kind of demons as that one, huh? he murmured softly.
Their appearance—black skin, red eyes, and nearly absent noses—was identical to the previous demon. The only difference seemed to lie in their expressions and psyches.
According to the records he had read in the mansion, the demon Rovert had released earlier still possessed emotions and consciousness. But the fifteen demons standing before him now were nothing more than hollow shells.
No wonder Rovert had regarded the previous demon as his only successful creation, as written in the notes hidden in the underground prison.
"Hahaha! Are you afraid now, Nolan Lorian?" Rovert mocked with glee. He shook his head, then added playfully, "Too late. Today, you're destined to die… hehehe…"
Yet Nolan showed no trace of anger or frustration. He stayed calm, his gaze casual yet defiant.
"Do you think you're the only one with subordinates?"
