Prince Morloch’s dark magic clung to the air like a shadow given form, thick and cold, wrapping itself around Zerha like invisible chains. She could feel it pressing against her skin, not painful, but heavy, concealing her very presence.
He didn’t move an inch as the Demon King stood in the doorway, but his magic pulsed with subtle control. The Demon King is capable of accurately and sensing magical power, and Morloch knew that. That’s why he helped Zerha conceal her presence using his dark magic. He doesn't even know why he did it.
The king’s sharp gaze swept the room. “Did you see a suspicious demon, Morloch?”
Morloch didn’t blink. “I have not seen anyone suspicious, Your Highness.” he said, expression blank.
Hidden in the shadows, Zerha froze. Wait… he’s… covering for me? But why?
