He looked down below him, where soldiers worked through the aftermath. A few cast glances his way now and then, some with awe, others with unease. He couldn't blame them.
They had all seen the way the larger demon's spell had been split in two, the way Kurogoroshi had cleaved through bodies as if they were wet paper, the way the lesser demons had recoiled from the blade before they even understood why they were afraid.
If he had been standing in their place, with their pitiful levels, watching someone else do all that, he probably would have been uneasy too.
"You're not sleeping?"
Elion didn't turn immediately. He already knew who it was from the footsteps, and now he could sense a particular presence with his perception as long as he spent enough time around said person.
