Capítulo 168: Yahtan Vs Gorumand

He removed the veil and revealed his form. A demon prince's son stood before me, a towering figure of malevolent elegance. His form was both regal and monstrous, the embodiment of demonic nobility. His skin was a deep shade of obsidian, smooth as polished stone, but it rippled with power beneath the surface, veins of molten crimson pulsing along his arms and neck like rivers of blood.

His eyes were the most striking—two pools of burning amber, flickering with a constant flame that seemed to burn from the very depths of his soul. They were sharp, calculating, and filled with a sense of superiority that came from centuries of ruling over lesser creatures. His gaze carried the weight of countless victories, countless deaths, and unfathomable cruelty that only demons of his rank could harbor.