The air was portentous and formidable as everyone helplessly watched the brooding man, slaughter the demons in front of him in a fit of rage.
His eyes were flaming red like a demon crawled out from the depths of hell, and his fair skin was partly black like the gross smoke coming out from him. The aura about him was far more deadly and stiffling than it has ever been.
Laila teleported to the unfamiliar place she had sensed them. An abandoned estate somewhere in the outskirt of the city. "What's happening to Engel?" She asked no in particular while she observed the gruesome scene before her eyes. She knew about Nevaeh's abduction, and they were all worried, not just for her but for Engel. The man seemed to be losing his mind. He hasn't slept nor done anything else other than hunt for witches and slay any demon that crossed his path on his search. He was doing anything to get his wife back, and he was slowly losing himself.
