"Draconis!?" Beirut's golden pupils shuddered violently, a wave of deathly energy spread out, sending chills through his demon soul.
"You... stay away! The master said you cannot harm me!" Beirut was utterly terrified, as if he had seen his arch-nemesis.
A mass of writhing tentacles raised that strange eye and hid behind the blue stone tablet.
"Do you recognize it?" Orson looked at the scene in surprise. The once-feared high-tier Heaven Demon was now like a frightened rabbit, with tentacles covering its head, hiding behind the stone tablet and only daring to peek through the corner of its eye.
This was a far cry from Orson's previous impression of a ruthless, cold-blooded Heaven Demon that devoured all organic matter.
A wave of deathly black mist spread out, and Crimson Lizard King, who had been hovering nearby, suddenly transformed into a little girl of about eight or nine years old.
"You've shrunk!" Orson was momentarily stunned.
