Ethan had barely escaped the main area of chaos when he came to an abrupt halt, his breath catching in his throat as five demons stepped out from the shadows ahead, their grotesque forms illuminated by the faint light filtering through the trees.
Each of them was different—one was tall and wiry, its clawed fingers twitching with anticipation, while another loomed massive, its jagged horns nearly brushing the low-hanging branches. The others were equally monstrous, their red eyes gleaming with malice.
"Well, well," one of them hissed, its voice a guttural rasp that grated against Ethan's ears. "A little human, all alone. How fortunate for us."
Another demon chuckled darkly, its grin revealing rows of jagged teeth. "You've strayed far from your herd, little lamb. We were starting to think this hunt would be boring."
Ethan's grip on his dagger tightened, his knuckles white.
