Third Person's POV
They were demons of the Abyssal Dominion, one of the two most feared and ancient demonic empires.
Their heavy and suffocating aura that exuded at all times alone declared it, like the pressure of centuries-old bloodlines.
Amid them, Ethan spotted him, the mysterious and dangerous young man he had noticed yesterday.
The moment the youth stepped toward the slightly older members of his race, their reaction was swift and startling.
Without hesitation, the demons bowed deeply, with some of them even dropping to one knee with faces filled with genuine reverence, not the hollow etiquette of nobility but true submission.
Seeing this, the garden erupted with murmurs.
"Hey, who is that guy for the Nether Society members to kneel like that?"
"Why are you asking me, dumbass? I know as much as you do! How would I know something none of us has ever heard—"
"What did you just say to me?!"
