Morbius looked different, at least to Jacob. The last time he saw Morbius, he was able to overpower him in one swift move and send him skittering off.
Now, with just a tenth of the Demon King's power, the Demon general had somewhat evolved. His body was more defined, covered in veins. His biceps were bigger, his eyes were a shade of dark red, and his horns were longer.
"Morbius." Alaric's voice tore through the entire garden in one long hiss, highlighting his utter hate and disain for the demon that stood in place of Lucien.
"Alaric, my friend. Long time, no see." Morbius said, his voice laced with confidence. "I see you brought the rest of the party."
Morbius refrained from meeting Jacob's gaze however, he still remained wary about the young man.
"How about we finish what we started the last time? Surely you've trained well enough to be able to face me." Morbius said again, flexing his newfound muscles proudly.
