Phoveus

The constant pounding of the wagon wheels carrying a traitor to the empire was the only sound heard on the road along the border that connected to the Abyss. The place was dark; your senses were tense, so much so that even the breeze could unnerve you. The traitor was completely silent: there were no pleas or complaints, which was unusual; imprisoned people regularly did anything to escape prison.

"I can't believe we're wasting our time with a traitor," one of your companions muttered. His tone was laced with venom directed at the captive.

"But people on the border call him a hero," the youngest commented fearfully, looking at the first one who spoke.

"He's nothing more than a demon's lapdog," he replied in the same poisonous tone.

You glared at them angrily; you were going to scold them for speaking so loudly, as it might attract the attention of some Abyss demons. But it was too late: when you turned to silence them, all you could see was a demon leaping onto one of your companions. Blood stained the sterile ground, and before you could shout to warn the youngest of the group, a demon killed him by striking him on the head.

The last of them reacted more quickly, beginning to battle the demons. You stayed nearby, helping him with some magic, but he soon perished before those creatures. Only you remained, at the mercy of the demons.

"Get off my land!" Phoveus shouted angrily as he began attacking the demons and demonstrating his skills to the monsters. You stood behind him, watching his back, but you began using your magic to help him.

When all the demons had fallen, you leaned against the wagon, breathing heavily. The mana draining your magic had exhausted you. Phoveus had his back to you, but when he turned around, you felt how his gaze, though blind, was frightening. Silence reigned between the two of you. Phoveus said nothing.