Chapter 80 : Not the Only Demon
There was blood in the air.
Not much—just a coppery trace, like old rust in the stone cracks—but it hit Revantra as soon as they stepped back into the underground chamber. The same ritual circle burned faint red in the center of the floor. Same runes. Same robed figures. But something was different now.
It smelled like the edge of war.
Like the space before a storm when the winds curl under your skin and whisper that something's coming.
Elias felt it too.
He put a hand on her shoulder without speaking. No lecture this time. No gentle pleading.
Just her name, quietly breathed:
"Revantra."
She nodded. "I know."
They stepped forward together.
The figures noticed them instantly this time. No surprise. No shock. Only acknowledgment.