The two demonic silhouettes stared at Darian coldly. They were fragments of immortal souls, created with the bare minimum amount of power. That was the only way they could stay hidden inside those two young demons.
Everything had been planned with zero room for failure. Even the variables—meaning the other contestants—had been properly negotiated and lined up to guarantee total cooperation.
As their final card, they sealed themselves inside the two youths. With their race's bloodline power, they could break free and fix any situation… but then… this terrifying anomaly showed up.
Where the hell did he come from? — Both of them stared at Darian, asking themselves the same question.
But Darian easily noticed—through their karma—that they were almost gone. They'd burned through everything left in those fragments for that last attack with the power of the two phoenixes. Now, they were forcing themselves to stabilize and talk… but that meant they had no power left.
