I immediately revised my impression of the Eighth Demon Prince.
I was now, in fact, a little terrified of him.
Because when he spoke, his voice washed over us with such pulverizing pressure that it felt like we were standing under a waterfall.
I had to make an effort not to cave under the weight and sag to the ground.
If his mere voice held so much power, I didn't even want to imagine what he himself might be capable of.
I glanced at my companions. Their pale faces, sweat-slicked foreheads, and pained expressions told me they had reached the same conclusion as me.
This might be a battle way out of our league.
…Thankfully, we weren't going in with the intention to win.
All we had to do was get past him.
If we could just manage that, then I'd consider that a victory in itself.
So we started moving.
I mean… Michael and Alexia did.
I followed a step behind with slight reluctance, weighing my options. Did we really need to fight a Demonic Beast to get out of here?
