The mage had no choice but to accept the reality that had unfolded; now he must struggle and strive for his own survival. Lynch reached out a finger, beckoning to the Horror Demon boss, then placed a Blood Heart Sapphire on the table.
"What can I do for you, sir?" The Horror Demon's massive body seemed to have shrunk significantly. With dexterous fingers, he slipped the gemstone into his pocket and asked in a sycophantic voice, "What orders do you have?"
Lynch caught the scent from the Horror Demon, a bizarre mix of devil's stench and cheap, overpowering perfume. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he shifted his body away from the demon. The mage tossed the heart and eye of the Flame Demon onto the table, giving only a single command: "Sell them well for me!"
