The Great Demon. The King of All Demons. One of the Old Gods.
The red, reptilian eyes turned toward Taesan.
[......Amazing.]
Baal muttered with an air of interest.
[I can’t read it.]
Baal, an Old God who had existed since before creation, could read anything.
Up until now, that is.
But there was one thing he could sense.
Strength.
