Northern frowned slightly. He was uncertain about the disturbing flame burning in the depths of Night Terror's being. This seemed unprecedented.
At first, he considered that Night Terror might be evolving his void rank—that wouldn't be concerning. But void rank evolutions happened naturally, and Northern always somehow knew when they occurred.
It had never been this dramatic.
This was as if something was being born in the depth of Night Terror's soul. Something evil and vile.
As Northern watched, the building shook violently and its side walls exploded, ejecting the charred devil. Immediately, two figures followed—one a glossy black, the other a shining silver. Each collided with the monster in a ferocious whirlwind of force, unleashing hellish blows upon the creature.
But the creature matched their combined speed, blocking their blows so swiftly that its hands blurred into wind. A nasty grin sat comfortably on its face, eternally taunting them.
