Caedos warped to Flaeris midstep, setting fire to the blood of the Fiend King Morkoth was the only thing that would soothe some of the rage he felt but going against him right then was foolhardy, he would only be handing himself over to be added to the Fiend King's extensive stables.
So he returned to the outskirts of Ibaeron, just meters from the stables he had set ablaze. The building had been left to burn down, it had been a handful of hours now so all that was left was a building charred black, plumes of grey smoke wafting to the sky.
He turned away from it, hunting down the next stable. It was only a few streets away like Ardan had said, a line of armed Demons stood in front of the building, they seemed to have been expecting him.
"State your business," One of the Fiends pointed a spear at him, stepping forward menacingly.
Caedos looked them over, "You had the chance to escape and didn't take it." He said cryptically, stepping forward to meet the hunters standing guard.
