Chapter 162: Demons, Part 5
When he woke, the world was black. Goddesses, everything hurt. Telmé's breath hitched as he sat up, but the burst of stabbing, twisting pain he'd expected didn't happen.
He looked around, took in the remains of the demons and minions, though he could not recall destroying but they would have died when the demons died, since they were only slivers of the demons and not actual living beings themselves.
Lightning. He'd called down red lightning. That was an ability he'd heard of, but he couldn't remember any of the currentrecently deceasedPrinces possessing it. So he definitely bore the blood of a demon of fire.
Goddesses, all he wanted was to be home, safe and warm and fed. The sooner he got out of the forest and back to the lake, the sooner that would happen.