The figure of a Demon wreathed in heavy bronze and dark chains appeared before my sight from the darkness. It was crouched low and dozens of heavy dark links of chains bound its head, neck, and limbs closely to the ground.
The darkness around the demonic figure was particularly deep, even with the radiance of the sphere illuminating the space mildly.
The Demon had its head lowered so I couldn't see the face, but four twisting horns sprouted from around its head like a malevolent crown. I wasn't sure, but it felt like there was something moving in the darkness behind its back.
My breath halted for a short second. After that, I managed to calm myself and glanced at Meta seriously.
"That's—"
"Zets of Misery from the House of Woe. The Demon who branded you," Meta said calmly.
As if alerted by our conversation, the demonic figure—Zets—slowly raised its ugly head.
The chains around its neck rattled as he did.
