The ruined city remained quiet, but not empty.
Another presence moved through the broken streets.
Ray slowed his steps as he approached the area. His gaze lifted and locked onto the molten structure in the distance. The nest stood out immediately. Its surface glowing and heat distorting the air around it.
He stopped.
"So they're in there," he muttered.
His senses were sharper now than ever before. The Demonic Sword in his hand pulsed faintly. Its soul now no longer separates from him. It was blending into him slowly but constantly. He could feel it seeping deeper into his soul and changing him piece by piece.
But it didn't dull him. Instead it sharpened everything.
His awareness expanded. He could feel every shift in the air and trace of energy… And what he felt from that nest made him frown.
"That place is dangerous," he said quietly.
It wasn't just strong. It was something too much for him to handle at this point. Something that made even the bloodthirsty man him hesitate.
