•• Aleena’s POV •••

The room shook, and I prayed hard for it not to collapse, or we would all be buried alive.

Thankfully, my prayer was answered, and the room stilled after long moments of shaking.

The dust began settling, and once it settled, there was no more Uncle Cain. There was only Zalarus, the Demon King, in front of us. Zalarus had long black hair, eyes as black as the night with no white part, chiseled facial features, and tattoos all over his bare ...