Dark Aura

Cephal's laughter echoed through the deserted streets, mixing with the distant roar of the wolf produced by the breaking of the hourglass, enveloping him in a dark aura of power.

Azrakthar's gaze alternated between anger and disbelief, and his fingers involuntarily flexed to clench his fists.

"Wild Spirit... it's a class that lives up to its behavior." muttered Azrakthar, his eyes still fixed on the area where the hourglass had been broken. "There are lesser demons in hell more polite than you." He grunted, trying to contain himself for the moment.

Cephal seemed indifferent to Azrakthar's insult and advanced a few steps towards the hooded figure. His red eyes glowed with excitement, and this was a frightening contrast to the atmosphere that had been emanating from the battlefield earlier.