With the false world complete, the moon had turned blood red, painting the entire world in a sinister crimson glow. Damian neither moved nor spoke. He was patient enough to wait.
Instead, his aura spread outward silently.
Thin layers of demonic force expanded from his body like invisible silk, wrapping themselves around every building, cottage, and structure throughout the estate. The protection appeared fragile at first glance, yet each layer possessed terrifying durability. The reason was simple. The false world did not discriminate. Once sealed within it, everyone became prey.
His wives.
His subordinates.
Even the lesser demons guarding the estate. Since he had decided to handle this alone, protecting them was his responsibility as well.
"HMPH! LITTLE HUMAN, I HAVE FINALLY COME TO TAKE WHAT IS MINE!"
A cold aged voice exploded across the heavens.
The clouds twisted violently.
