"The very existence of our demonic essence is dark magic. A Sarori doesn't just absorb darkness—it actively seeks to destroy it. To destroy us."
Elrien's vision started to narrow, but the advisor kept talking, his words falling like stones into still water, sending ripples of rage through Elrien's chest.
"Sarori is our natural enemy, my Lord. Designed to drain our power until we're nothing but empty shells. If there is a Sarori alive, we must eliminate it quickly. Before it reaches full power and…"
"Stop." Elrien's voice was barely above a whisper.
The advisor didn't stop, a fatal mistake.
"My Lord, the legends are clear. We must kill it before…"
The word 'kill' had barely left the advisor's lips when Elrien moved.
Not physically.
Elrien's power lashed out like an invisible whip, and a thin red line appeared across the advisor's throat.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened and the advisor kept talking, unaware that death had already claimed him.
