The aide’s desperate expression was pitifully earnest, his voice trembling with injustice as he stammered his report.

But Raul, the “Crippled Demon,” stared at him with an icy gaze, his tone calm and cutting.

“Is this some kind of joke? You bring me this nonsense and expect me to believe that they are the strange ones?”

The aide began to shake uncontrollably, the other advisors in the room equally tense.

Raul’s reputation for cruelty was legendary. Few who had earned his ire ever lived to tell the tale.

Yet, mustering courage from the depths of his soul, the aide spoke …