Goldenhowl chased his prey ever further for three full days. He always seemed on the verge of success, yet the human eluded his grasp time and again. The same pattern repeated itself ad nauseam, stoking increasing anger.
He was one of the five, or perhaps even three strongest demon forefathers, yet he vaguely felt helplessly toyed with by a single youngster.
More infuriatingly, there was no clear direction to the flight. The kid went east one second and west the next, making it impossible to surmise his intentions.
More than once, he felt the urge to call on other demon forefathers, but...