Not Worth It*

An explosion of dark energy catapulted to the sky from the direction of the temple before swiftly engulfing the whole island like a swarm of repulsive insects. In an instant, the air became murky and oppressive, making it seem as though the entire land beneath their feet had sunk into a filthy mire where fresh air was an unattainable luxury. The gale grew fierce and violent, its whistle akin to the tormented cry of evil spirits from Hell.

"Caw—!"

"Caw—!"

The ravens swooped through the hailstorm, their beaks glinting sharp and eyes bloody red, signaling the birth of great evil.

It's here, Kalliēl thought. The moment he had been waiting for. 

Although it was quicker than he anticipated, it posed no problem for him. He had been holding himself back for quite a long time and it wasn't until the half-demon successfully evolved into a demon that he was allowed to take action.