Defiance of the Fall

“Those netherblasted lunatics really didnʼt hold back. Who knows how much wealth was destroyed? I tried to salvage what I could before it was too late,” the demon explained.

“Hey, you two are matching now,” Emily said with glee as she pointedly looked at Ogras’ bald head.

“Shit, don’t lump me together with that eunuch,” Ogras spat as his white hair quickly grew back until it reached his shoulders again. “That’s better.”

“Did you find anything?” Zac asked with a frown.

“Not much,” the demon shrugged. ”A storeroom full of half-burnt herbs. I donʼt recognize the thing, but there were massive quantities. I am guessing itʼs something used on zombies from how much of it they had. So what happened with the cultists? Did you get the leader?”

“I don’t think so,” Zac sighed as he retold his encounter with the zealots.

“A whip? That’s a pretty rare weapon for a man,” the demon muttered. “I never heard of him from any reports either. It should be the leader of the incursion who only ventured out to deal with you. Shame. Such life-saving measures usually come with a price though.”

“Let’s hope so. I’ll go check things out at the Incursion,” Zac finally said as he took out the flying treasure again.

However, the moment he was about to instill the leaf with some energy to activate it, he felt the whole world shudder and turn slanted. An agonizing pain ripped through his body, and he felt his vision close in on him.