With the arrival of the Dèanadair, the Lesser demons immediately disengaged, pulling back from the Lycan and werewolves. In a massive wave, their bodies suddenly dropped to the ground onto their stomachs, spread completely out with an eerie droning whirr humming from their mouths in supplication.
When the Master demon’s eyes caught his prize, the nal jealot in Aron’s hands, his focus remained locked on it as he took mighty steps in that direction. The earth seemed to pound with each footfall of his heavy boots, declaring the might of its master. The Dèanadair looked as though he were parting the Red Sea with the Lesser demons; they scattered from his path upon his approach, though they still did not lift their bodies more than an inch off the ground while scurrying away.
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