Every nerve he possessed went nova on him as his oath to Wallace triggered. Somewhere in the back of his brain, a voice shouted at him that Telos wasn’t going to hurt her. He managed to release his grip before he made things worse. “Hands off, asshole.” “Palla.” That was Wallace behind him, with Telos Khunbish still in human form but drawing enough power to kill her. She sounded scared and worried, and her emotions sliced through him, white hot. One of the medallions along the wall popped. “Stop it.” The other demon’s power flexed, and Palla tightened his grip. No way was Telos getting to her. No way. A medallion above them turned black. Pure reaction to Palla’s state. Ashes flaked off, a few, and then more and more until there was a steady rain of charred remnants. Telos smiled, but not in a friendly way. “Dude. Calm the fuck down.” A growl came up through his chest and reverberated in his throat.
