Isiah uttered not a single word after shattering the wooden door into flying splinters. He stood entirely motionless on the threshold, his dark gaze locked onto the interior of the house as he calculated his next move with chilling precision.
The surrounding townspeople were paralyzed with shock. For the past several days, horrific rumors had trickled down from the capital regarding the monstrous mage from Delwias Island who had brought absolute ruin upon the imperial city, forcing the King of Emperium himself to abandon the realm.
They had heard tales of his terrifying magic and unyielding cruelty, yet they had naively assumed his wrath would never reach their remote border town, situated at the furthest edge of the region.
Now, seeing the dark aura radiating from the silent man standing over the shattered doorway, the realization struck them like a physical blow. The demon of the capital was standing right before their eyes.
