Book 4: Chapter 37
Princess Lunalah’s chest tightened as the enormous demon ploughed straight through the outer wall of the arena and into the stadium beyond. It took all her wherewithal to even look at the thing—so horrid was it in ferocity and form.
Body like a bloated corpse, covered in oozing sores and things that looked like exposed brains. A demonic face sat in the center of its torso and upon its shoulders, its malformed head had a second face that resembled something akin to a man, but with grotesque features and putrid black eyes.
She could sense the Demonic Qi pouring off of it even from where she stood atop the dais. The crowd fled in panic before the monster as the entire situation quickly devolved into chaos. The High Magistrate and her aides had already done the same, leaving both her and the Warden alone on the skiff, hovering above the chaos.
To her surprise, the demon’s hands went through a series of martial incantations and huge torrents of flames erupted within the arena. The fires spread quickly, filling the stadium with smoke as thousands of citizens either ran for their lives or were burned alive.
It all unfolded in a matter of moments.
Anyone on the ground was at risk of being killed now.
But Lunalah cared only about one person in particular.
“Did they kill her?” she asked.
Lunalah turned to the Warden, who was now staring wide eyed into the fiery turmoil below. She looked back at her quizzically. “Your Majesty?”