Kaedros watched both fight with a small smile of pride. To think they were so helpless weeks ago, yet now they had grown this strong. Although he didn't know their exact strength in earth terms, he liked to think they were at least level 50.
But his shield and sword, Taria, was the one he was most proud of. She had dedicated her time to training with a focus she'd lacked back on earth.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Nyra purred, floating in front of him.
They had been staring each other down for some time now, neither making a move.
Kaedros nodded. "The two of them are powerful now."
Nyra fixed unblinking eyes on him. It was hard to read her expression, but he was sure she was frowning. "You all need to be powerful. You won't survive without it."
Kaedros shrugged. That was the general rule of life — among demons, among humans — it was the same everywhere. The ones with power always stood above the rest.
