Testing Zikk's Strength

"I will make whoever did this to you pay, it doesn't matter who he is," I said, my voice calm and resolute, as I gazed at Emmanuel and the two children.

Emmanuel, still shaken by the events, began to recount the full story, his words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. As he spoke, I listened intently, my anger and frustration growing with each passing moment.

Oh, how I longed to lay my hands on the perpetrator and make him suffer. I would ensure that he begged for mercy, that he would wish for death itself to end his torment.

But I knew I had to keep my emotions in check. My demonic aura, sensing my turmoil, began to stir, threatening to break free from its restraints. I focused my will, drawing upon the demonic power that lay within me. Slowly, I managed to regain control, the dark energy receding back into the depths of my being.

"A mage, you said, with silver hair, silver brows, and even silver eyes?" I muttered to myself, my mind racing with the description. It was a peculiar comb