Malachai ignored her. Reached out toward Brandon with one bloodstained hand.
But then...
He paused.
His entire body going rigid. He jumped backward.
Then—
WHOOSH!
Something massive landed where Malachai had been standing. The impact cracked the ground, sent soldiers stumbling.
A figure straightened from the landing crouch.
Tall. Female. Mature form with curves that spoke of power given flesh. White hair. Crimson eyes. Tail swishing behind her.
Lilith Morgath Nyx'athar.
Mother of Demons.
And she was furious.
"Oh, so we have an audience," Malachai commented.
Serana's head jerked upward.
And she saw... there, on the mountain ridge overlooking the battle were—
Demons.
Thousands of them. A full army. All wearing colors that marked them as Lilith's forces, as soldiers of the Demon Realm itself.
Elite units. Ancient demons.
All armed. All ready. All waiting for the Mother's command.
Lilith's crimson eyes found Malachai's blood-red ones.
