Power Of A Demon Lord

Bang!

The door of the storage room was sent crashing on the ground as the Enforcer's leader stepped in. Within its black shades was a speck of red light darting as it silently took note of everything within the room.

Its gaze stopped at an aged figure laying on a mat, deadly pale with his chest strapped with a bandage. Beside him was a bow of water stained with blood, while a wooden spear tainted with blood lay at the corner of the room.

The red glow within the dark shades dimmed as the Enforcers wasted no time leaving the storage room.

Back in the streets, they didn't even bother looking at the people they had harmed as they shot into the sky. In a few seconds, they had vanished from sight, leaving behind a bloody scene.

Groans, cries, and prayers filled the air, even in the moment they prayed to the only one who could save them.

The person they got hurt trying to protect.