Jared's aura flipped inside out.
The cool edge of sword intent vanished, replaced by world-scorching demonic flame. Ebony demonic aura threaded with eerie scarlet wrapped around him, dyeing him into a devil god bathed in fire.
Color rushed into his once-pale cheeks, scarlet flames swallowed the pupils of his eyes, and a crazed smile curved across his mouth with bone-deep madness.
"What... What is that presence?" Granny Deadclaw's pupils constricted.
The crushing demonic might forced her to retreat half a step, and even the glow of the soul orbs in her hands dimmed.
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