Five black angels stood before him. Their bodies resembled those of the creatures that had attacked the Demon Hunters, their skin covered in black veins, their eyes dark gold with dark red light flickering around the edges.
Their auras were more than three times stronger than before.
But the price was that they were no longer entirely themselves.
The one standing farthest to the left had once been Ramur.
The young gardener, the child who missed his human mother—his wounds had long since healed, the black veins covering his old scars, his skin now as hard as rock.
But his eyes were empty. The light within them was faint, like a lamp on the verge of going out.
"Ramur," Isla called his name.
Ramur turned his head and looked at him.
There was no emotion in those eyes. Only obedience.
"Do you remember who you are?"
Ramur fell silent for two seconds.
"...An angel."
Isla nodded.
"It's good that you still remember."
He turned and looked into the depths of the cave. Mel stood there, his expression complicated.
"Are we still going?" Mel asked.
Isla remained silent for a long time.
"We continue." He sighed. "There's no turning back for us now."
Africa Headquarters, conference room.
All ten Demon Hunter Knights were present.
Wu Heng stood at the head of the table. Before him lay the intelligence Benjamin had brought back and several blurry photographs taken at the attack site. The black veins remained clearly visible in the pictures.
"Demonized Angels." Wu Heng set down the photographs. "That's their new name."
Isaac stared at the photos, the glowing cracks on his face flickering.
"What kind of bizarre energy signature is this?"
"A mixture of angels and Hell," Hans said, the numbers in his eyes rapidly shifting. "Based on Benjamin's description