THUD!
Rianor landed heavily in the center of the arena. White sand kicked up into the air, forming a curtain of dust. His knees bent slightly, absorbing the momentum of the drop, before he straightened his posture.
On his right hand, the pulsing Mana Glove had turned completely white. An absolute, blinding white.
"What in the..." Liana stared at the man's back from a distance. Her voice was nearly swallowed by the thunderous roars of the demons.
Rianor's presence triggered an instant reaction. The three demons surrounding Liana abruptly stopped. Their burning red eyes shifted in unison toward this new figure. One of them—the most massive of the trio—let out a low, vibrating growl.
Vrrrrnggg... The sound did not originate from normal vocal cords. Rather, it was a foul, psychic vibration that crawled through the air, drilling directly into the skull of anyone who heard it.
