Chapter 23: The Cost of Power
He turned toward the crowd.
"All of you, get out of here."
They ran toward the gate.
Sylas and the others ran toward the castle.
In the distance, they saw a figure. It was Ray.
He was now wearing black armor and had a massive pitch-black sword. His face was stained with blood. His blade was dripping with blood. His eyes looked hollow, as if they had lost their light. He had that weird, devil smirk on his face.
Sylas stopped.
"How did you get here?" He looked around. "What happened to the others?"
He didn’t say anything.
He wiped the blood off his face with his thumb and licked it off. He had that inhuman smile—something a devil would put on.
"What happened to the others?" he asked again, but this time his voice was low.