Ol'gaz struck Florian, hurling him against the wall. In an instant, the demon was standing right before Florian, its eyes wild with madness and fury. This was the moment Florian had dreaded most. But when it finally came, he found it disturbingly mundane.
Ol'gaz was terrifying, yes, but Florian had reached a point where fear of the demon no longer gripped him. The only thing that mattered now was keeping his sister safe. And if that meant making an uneasy alliance with the emperor's right hand, then so be it.
The absence of fear on Florian's face unsettled Ol'gaz. The demon recoiled, its form twitching as it peeled itself off the boy. Florian, unfazed, adjusted his clothes as though nothing had happened. Ol'gaz sneered, a wide, malicious grin stretching across the boy's face—its face.
