Emery's sudden attack tore through the underground hall like a raging tempest. His surge of cosmic power obliterated a third of the brotherhood magus in an instant.
But the survivors rallied fast. From the dark tunnels beyond, more cloaked figures poured in, their auras flaring in a haze of mixed energies. Soon, over forty Brotherhood magus surrounded him—half-moons and full-moons alike, the so-called elites of the infamous Midnight Brotherhood.
"You're dead!" roared Maldrin, their leader. "Don't even think of leaving this place alive!"
The man's two cosmos domains unfurled at once. A torrent of blood mist erupted from his body. Two curved horns sprouted from his forehead, his skin hardening and turning a dark crimson hue. The transformation made him look less human, more like the demonic entity he was rumored to be—the Midnight Demon himself.
