Max fell silent, his brows slightly furrowed as he sank into deep thought. Aria's explanation made sense, and that in itself made things far more complicated than he had originally believed.
If what she said was true—if the strange blood ritual and those black-eyed figures were remnants of the Devil God Nation—then something ancient and dangerous was still lurking in this citadel.
But what disturbed him most wasn't just the eerie display. It was the reaction of the infernal energy within him. That wild, primal agitation. The restlessness of infernal energy.
He had received his infernal energy through the cursed tattoo of the Infernal Demon that Mark had forcefully etched onto his body. That mark had nearly killed him once, but over time, he'd subdued it.
