Norm took a deep breath, slowly released his hand, and set down the briefcase he was holding. One hand gripped a handgun, and the other pulled out a short knife from his waist, striking a pose like a falcon ready to swoop.
This scene resembled a theatrical play; Bologue smashed through the ceiling, and dim light filtered through the mist of the Great Rift, perfectly illuminating Norm.
The audience in the darkness gradually awakened, their bloodthirsty breaths constant, and the heavy scent of decay seemed to fill every corner.
Norm maintained external calm, but his heart churned like a storm; he was not a Demon but a whole human being. Once these Demons awoke, these ravenous beasts would indiscriminately attack, drawn to the deliciousness of souls.
This weapon was originally meant to stall Bologue, but now it dragged Norm into a mire.