บท 110: A Spark of Hope

Shocked into mutism, he watched powerlessly as the green stream infiltrated the cultist leader's oversized head.

Despite the dread gripping him by the throat and the pressure forcing him down, his palms trembled.

'I can't let the Balor possess his body!' The thought rumbled as he pressed harder to push himself off the ground.

He had seen the creature's rank when Timat offered him different evolution paths and remembered that it stood above Luna's species, meaning Balors were at least demon barons.

His teeth cracked under the strain as he corrected his line of thought.

'The incubus path doesn't have an evolution per tier and Luna was most likely a baron or an earl in the demon realm...' An icy knot of dread tied in his guts as the answer rumbled. 'He's a marquis! A demon on the sixth tier!'

Somehow, he didn't need to ponder what would happen if he succeeded. The answer was just that evident.