The fading adrenaline returned to pound in Yuta's veins with full force, he could feel the oppressive energy to know that what lay just a few feet away from him was a demon.
The figure lay crumpled, surrounded by ice that had grown in twisted, unnatural shapes. The wrongness radiating from the creature made him want to flee, but to where?
Behind him, he could hear the faint sound of the serpent hissing and looking for him.
In front of him…
The figure's eyes snapped open.
Yuta's breath caught instantly. It wasn't Lyrian.
Those eyes, and the shape of the face, it was like staring at a broken version of Lord Elrien.
His hair hung in matted tangles frozen by ice, and his clothes were nothing but frozen rags clinging to his skeletal frame.
Dark energy pulsed around him like thick smoke.
This was the second prince. Lord Elrien's brother, the knowledge was registered in Yuta's mind.
