Demons below looked up in shock, their mouths open, their eyes wide. The older grandmasters stared as if they were seeing an ancient legend being written in front of them. Even the injured demons lying on rooftops pushed themselves up just to confirm what they had witnessed.
Primus's siblings were the first to react. His younger brother clutched his blade so tightly that the hilt cracked, his face glowing with disbelief and pride. His sister covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes trembling.
His mother floated a little lower in the sky, her hands shaking. Tears gathered under her eyes, blurring her vision as she whispered her son's name. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, overwhelmed with relief and pride.
Dorian stared at the spot where the Phantom had been. His shoulders rose once, twice then he let out a loud, booming laugh.
"HAHAHAHA! THAT'S MY SON!"
