"Anahad."
Due to the hot climate of the Holy Land, knowing that wearing a tattered bear skin cloak would attract attention, Anahad deliberately wore only a linen shirt and turned his head upon hearing the call.
"My Lord, you have returned."
He bowed his head humbly.
The demon hunter, formerly cold-tempered and as stubborn as a stinking stone in an outhouse, felt that Losa's demeanor today was even more terrifying than when he last saw him.
If he had to describe it, to his senses, Losa seemed like a demon dragon entrenched within a fire prison, with black demon fire spewing from the gaps between his nostrils and scales.
A sense of awe compelled him to worship.
"Who would have thought that the revered hero of the Holy Land is actually a warlock specializing in dark magic."
Anahad felt a twinge of emotion.
He was convinced that Losa practiced dark magic and was a very powerful sorcerer, otherwise, he couldn't possess such a presence.
