Asmodeus narrowed his eyes; the sharp tingling danger that travelled up his spine faded as the wyvern vanished into the distant skies.
'Damn it!'
He clenched his fists in frustration, although he could have fought the fact that he hesitated because of a damn abyssal made him fume. His knuckles cracked, turning white as the bones fractured from the sheer pressure of his anger.
'Why didn't I just delete him!?'
Logan sat on the stairs, his right cheek bloody from a blade wound. Lun squatted in front of him, treating him, but this scene tore at Asmodeus.
If the blade struck with more force!
If they stabbed instead of sliced!
If he just attacked with full force, unleashing his power.
But then his cold, logical mind started to move.
