"I saw with my own eyes as he slaughtered Asas's Demon Commander."
The enemy of an enemy is a potential ally.
Trasia wore a thoughtful expression, her skin slightly pale, tall and slender. Unlike other offspring of the Dark Monarch, her appearance was more akin to a human, except the dark magic markings on her skin, a favor from the Bottomless Abyss, a reserve Demon Lord.
"Let's go in then."
Trasia was in dire need of a powerful ally. She glanced at the enchanting mage Marita beside her and saw her nodding slightly. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the ruins scorched by flames.
All around were serpent trees that had been burned.
This is a plant life with Purgatory characteristics, usually not attacked by demons, but for some reason, the half-demon fighter killed them all.
"Serpent trees have a hint of soul."
"Could he be craving souls?"
