Alberto’s Pov
The air was cold in the war room, matching the frost that lingered in my mind from Sapphire's mirror. Only the day before yesterday, I was terrified that I was about to lose her when I heard her screams.
Honestly, I was a bit disappointed that there was no one and no immediate threats to find when I entered her room. The evasiveness of this demon was starting to piss me off. I needed something to fight that I could touch—something tangible enough to drive a sword into.
What I was most scared of was the probability of the tangible form of this demon being my brother. "Damn it, Gonzalo," I cursed under my breath, shifting my stance.
He just had to invite that demon into his body. Will he ever be free and recover from this experience? I shouldn't care; it was his choice no
