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“K-Ketal?” Serena flinched at his reaction, startled by the quick gleam that crossed his eyes before he mastered his expression and called to her in a steady voice.
“Fall back for now. It is dangerous here,” he ordered.
“Okay!”
Serena hurried behind him, breath tight in her chest, while Ketal regarded Necrobix in silence. It did not expand its presence or spill murderous intent across the land, and yet the air still tingled against the skin as if a storm were brewing beneath it. The sensation alone said enough. The demon was strong, likely the strongest existence he had ever faced on the Mortal Realm, and even among the beings beyond this world, only a handful could match the pressure now standing before him.
Necrobix sensed the measure of Ketal as well.
“Barbarian…,” it said, and there was no attempt to hide the caution in its gaze. It tightened every thread of its being so it could answer the instant Ketal moved, a posture entirely different from how it had treated others. It now recognized Ketal as a genuine threat.
“You must know who I am,” Ketal said.
“How could I not?” it replied. “Ketal, the barbarian of the White Snowfield.”
“And you are Necrobix, I presume. Will you introduce yourself properly?”
“That is not difficult.” It inclined its head with cold courtesy. “I am the founder of dark magic, one of the Four Pillars of Hell. I am called Necrobix. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
Ketal’s eyes brightened. One of the Four Pillars, a being spoken of in the same breath...
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