Adam shuddered for a split second before his instincts took over. They clawed at his skin, veins, and cells, roaring louder than when Zeus had almost beheaded him. Whatever Luna's ritual tried to summon from the netherworld couldn't crawl in this realm—in this universe. Though he would have preferred not to interfere in her revenge, he had to stop her... before it was too late.
Without thinking, he dashed at Zepar, who cleaved a bloody path through the heretics. Blood seeped through the cracks in the ground, his wounded stomach adding to the gripping stench.
Eviscerated demons, sprawled around him, still flailed their arms at his cuisses. Their broken fingers slid on the metal's smooth surface. Yet, like a ghoulish forest defying death, their arms rose relentlessly, gripping the duke's calves and shins, smearing his brown pants a deep burgundy.
Adam nodded at them as he passed by. They were weak but valiant, worthy of his respect. Then, he gripped Zepar by the back of his neck.
