The chains clinked and the firelight flickered. In the dimly-lit hall filled with the stench of blood, the giants slowly dispersed to either side, forming vertical lines.
A burly figure emerged slowly from the darkness of the stairwell, his wild hair draped over his shoulders, and his muscular build towering over the Dragon Guards by more than just one level. His face bore a rugged, masculine charm with a gentle smile, but his eyes sent a chill down the Wind Demon General's spine.
They were not the eyes that one would cast upon their own kind.
They were more like those of someone looking upon a choice piece of meat that had been carefully prepared by a chef, or a lab rat on an experimental table.
"You—" the Wind Demon General trembled all over as she began to speak.