BZZZT!
Julian's blood-red qi flared like a tsunami around him even as the Centaurs in the battlefield were forced to bow their heads before him.
They bowed before the Lord of Demons.
While all the changes went on in his body, levitating in the sky, Sir Alfred watched his Lord with an unsurprised look on his face.
'The Lord has recovered further,' he thought.
CLANG! CLANG!
Beating their weapons against their shields or their chests, the surviving Demons and Harpies of Dreadmoor's Army began chanting their Lord's name.
"LORD ZARATUL!"
"LORD ZARATUL!"
"LORD ZARATUL!"
Their voices echoed from land and sky, forming a symphony in a city of Centaurs that was now quiet and tamed.
