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/Step.../
/Crack.../
The Demon stepped forward, walking out of the dust cloud and into the view of everyone surrounding it.
Testros thought about when he first studied the traces it left behind when it killed the Commander within its Office now he would see for himself what the beast looked like.
/Growl.../
The Demon growled in a low tone, turbid air exhaling through its sharp teeth.
The stench of blood and iron followed the creature; it wasn't possible to tell if its skin was naturally reddish in color or if that was the blood from its prey.
Dark mist seemed to surround the creature, making it seem almost intangible.
To a certain degree, its body seemed ethereal, as if it was about to fade. It gave Testros the impression this creature shouldn't be there, as if the world was actively trying to banish it to whatever corner of existence it crawled out from.