Damian descended through the sky of the Covenant with cold eyes.
The demon ahead of him hung in the air with crimson smoke billowing from her slender frame, two small horns curving back from her temples, her cruel smile flickering as she tried to figure out what she was looking at.
Behind her and across the citadel, four other pillars of crimson smoke climbed toward the heavens from four other demons who had revealed themselves with the confidence of predators who believed they were the most dangerous things present.
He could sense their power as he descended, and it felt particularly heavy. Dense, refined, accumulated across centuries of consuming things that had once been alive and thinking and feeling.
It pressed against his Primeval senses the way Sir Alex's power had pressed against him in the underground cavern, but deeper, nastier, threaded with something that made the Mana in the air around them curdle.
But so what?
