Bab 335: The past (Syryn)

Warning : Disturbing chapter/Torture

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"Rowan, steady yourself," Qairu told the man who had gone still. The air around Rowan seemed to stagnate and freeze with him. "Windwalker!" Qairu shouted as the blond took a step forward like he was ready to embrace Syryn in the centre of the battlefield.

The demon lord they thought dead was well and alive and leading the force of demons as its general. He had transformed completely into a monster with horns and a wingspan that stretched out longer than his own body. A shimmering violet scaled armour covered every inch of his exposed skin.

"Snap out of it, Rowan!"

"Qairu, hand me your sword." The anti mage's blue eyes were focused on the lonely figure that was leisurely walking towards them.

"Are you kidding me?!" Qairu all but screeched. "Cut him down with your sacred weapon, Windwalker! I know what you're thinking and I refuse to allow it!"