"..."
The group was silent as they stared at it.
Unlike the weak Lesser Nox Damien and Rose faced back then, this one was a fully grown 4th class that had at least entered the nine revolutions at some point.
"I thought we drove them all out?" Luciel said icily.
"We did, but not all of them could be driven away," Alucard answered.
"The reason our party was put together like this was for the very purpose of hunting this Nox. Why are you still surprised?"
Luciel frowned.
"Regardless, this is strange. We had sufficient forces to push them back completely, so why is there one sealed here? It cannot be as simple as he needed to be sealed."
There was only a single Nox in a room large enough to be called an amphitheater.
He had the same ashen-grey skin as the rest, but his body was covered in strange archaic tattoos, concentric in design as if they were made for ritualistic purposes.
I realized I need to do a 2 chapter day at least once a week for the sake of keeping nonpriv on track, so I'm going to think positively and use these as "rest days" so my brain doesn't fry :)