The horror on Rosamund's face was enough to make him realize there was no way they would be able to go past the bridge without having to face the Pure Hadean Demon. Ruslan felt all his strength become profound, raw and his predator instincts awakened as Aleksander co-piloted his consciousness. He needed both of his souls to face the one creature that made his knees go weak from intimidation. The prospect that Rosamund had to fight them, no matter how many of them at once, made him want to kill each and every last of them in the most painful way possible. But Ruslan knew, he was way back compared to the concealed divinity Rosamund had in her. And she was chosen to fight them, not him. But that didn’t mean he would not at least try to kill, at the very least, one of them.
“RUN!!ROSAMUND!!”
