In Texas, storm clouds suddenly blanketed the sky. Thunder churned and tore through the air, splitting a dead tree in half the instant it struck the ground.
Flames ignited, and black smoke rose.
Dense black raindrops poured down, and the second they doused the flames, they dyed the red fire an inky black.
Russell stepped out of the shadows and looked at the backdrop beside him, his brow tightly furrowed.
"This is awful. With an entrance like this, no one would believe me even if I said I was one of the good guys!"
Indeed, no one would believe him. Ordinary demons did not make such an entrance; this was the kind of spectacle reserved for a Demon King-level boss.
It was not Russell's fault. He had wanted to arrive in a blaze of holy light, with countless sacred feathers drifting down amid a chorus of "Hallelujah."
Unfortunately, traveling from Hell to the human world consumed considerable effort. When energy was transmitted to the human world, the residual waves that leaked out directly revealed its nature.
Black was black, and white was white. Heaven never lied.
I'm still a newbie, so it's understandable! Next time, I'll definitely lead with holy light!
Russell nodded to himself and swept the surrounding area with telepathy, checking whether there was anywhere nearby where he could gather information.
The passage between Hell and the human world lay in the middle of the desert. The odds of human activity nearby were very low, but not nonexistent. After all, even rabbits did not eat the grass around their burrows.
It was like a photographer: the grass nearby was reserve food, not to be eaten unless absolutely necessary.
Or it could be understood as leaving the area around one's nest untouched so the hidden lair would not be