Ahead of the five demon battalions stood a single man who immediately distinguished himself from the soldiers behind him. He was more than nine feet tall, his enormous frame covered in an armor bearing the motif of a dragon, with every edge carefully outlined in gold that caught the faint light surrounding the Stone Gate.
Unlike the ordinary soldiers behind him, there was something distinctly commanding about his presence. He stood at the forefront of the formation with his hands resting calmly at his sides, his posture straight and unwavering as he watched Damian and the others approach.
What surprised Damian most was not his appearance but his composure. The man was not a demigod. Damian could tell immediately. Yet despite standing directly in the path of a Prince who had already slaughtered hundreds of demons and openly defied Kaizer within his own realm, there was not even a trace of fear on the man's face.
