In his full demon form, Fures was the embodiment of what nightmares are made of, and he left a trail of death in his wake as he effortlessly made his way across the battlefield. Fures was three times his normal size with thick black horns sprouting from the side of his head. His fangs on his upper and lower jaw were elongated, and his skin was an iridescent red. Off in the distance, he spotted Bolivan covered in blood in his wolf form, wreaking havoc on the enemy in what appeared to be a blind rage. At times, the rage left him careless, and Fures worried this recklessness would not lead to his death. An unsettling tingling under his skin brought his attention back to his immediate awareness. Suddenly, the air around him felt electric and was vibrating with energy. He stood completely still
