Olga and Cerberus had planned to attack together with this dark skinned man, but their eyes widened as they stopped in their tracks.
The sight before them warranted it.
Before them was the man, without a speck on him holding Vorlag's blade between two fingers, if he looked bored and unfocused before then that was a mistake for Vorlag now had his annoyed and undivided attention.
"You're fearless, little one," the dark skinned man said, his words carrying with it an undeniable pressure and yet he spoke them so freely.
"Crack!"
The blade shattered between his fingers the pieces flying everywhere.
In that moment Vorlag felt his eyes widen and his heart skipped a beat. "An Infernal War-"
"Puff!"
His body contorted, quickly squishing into a round little ball of flesh and fabric, blood squirting from the pressure.
A pressure that everyone else felt, their feet sinking into the mud, as a force unseen to them pushed them down.
