As the Greater Demon's hundred eyes snapped open, Letum didn't waste a second.
He dropped something of a smoke pellet and lunged for the exit tunnel, moving with the desperation of a rat on a sinking ship.
"Oh no, you don't!"
Ignotus, fueled by [Living Ligature], tore through the smoke, his gravity field acting like a plow, clearing the air instantly, allowing him to spot the escaping bastard.
He caught up to Letum in two strides, grabbing him by the cloak.
"Are you going somewhere?"
Ignotus raised his fist to crush the man's skull.
Letum cut off his own cloak and jumped back.
He didn't fight; instead, he chuckled and pointed a trembling finger over Ignotus's shoulder.
"Priorities, o fool. Are you willing to let them die just to kill me?"
Ignotus looked back.
The Greater Demon had fully risen.
It towered over the cavern, a mountain of scales and muscle.
And right now, it was staring down the tiny, insignificant figures of his cohort.
They were all frozen in terror.
