The smaller demon who had guided Juer'lo here froze instantly.
His entire body stiffened, claws tightening into trembling fists as his gaze dropped to the fallen head.
He flinched backward instinctively, a shiver of fear crawling up his pale spine.
Juer'lo, on the other hand, simply lowered his gaze.
His crimson eyes locked on the severed head. His expression didn't falter, but his lips curled faintly in disdain.
He exhaled sharply, the sound closer to a snort than anything else.
Only then did Riley, watching through his perspective, feel a ripple of understanding slide through Juer'lo's thoughts.
Now it made sense—why the one-horned demon had burst into his chambers in such a panic.
The humans hadn't just rebelled. They had actually killed one of them.
Before Riley could process further, a booming voice thundered from within the glowing building.
"Demons!" the voice roared, deep and commanding. "Surrender, or die here like the rest of your kind!"
