His body was in a chaotic state, his face finally exposed.
Crimson-red eyes.
Long black hair.
Pale skin.
Noble features—almost unfitting for a demon.
Gehrman rose from the rubble with difficulty, staring at his enemy in disbelief at how he had survived that overwhelming assault.
But what stunned him even more was Amon's appearance.
His face… his features… everything about him.
"It's like a smaller version of Crimson…"
In the end, Amon truly was the younger brother of the First Upper Rank.
The only real difference between them was likely their hair color .. Crimson's had been ash-gray rather than black.
Amon was clearly damaged by Gehrman and Abraham's final attack—yet the damage was far less severe than Gehrman had expected.
"Don't be too surprised," Amon said calmly.
"You're not the only ones with quick thinking."
He spread his arms, and his aura manifested into a form of armor around him ..
Armor made of dark aura.
