As I stumbled backwards, something stepped out of the rift.
It was a demon, by every sense of the word. With its dark red skin, leathery wings, massive, deadly horns and a face that reminded me those of gargoyles, it looked like the demons of our world's books and paintings.
It was nothing like Vixia, Delthur or the Demon Lord. This thing was ugly as hell.
It reached forward and grasped the shaft of the spear stuck in my shoulder. I couldn't take my eyes off its massive claws.
"Kai!" Lucius shouted. I heard his footsteps approach. At the same time, a crackle sounded. A bold of lightning hit the creature's left wing.
It wailed in pain and let go of the shaft. Freed from its grasp, fell to the ground. My vision blurred as it released its magic. Was that Lucius who had just ran past me?
I grasped the bloody shaft and pulled the spear out. Waves of pain threatened to overcome me.