The tower guards blanched. They started forward, then froze beneath Damian’s killing aura. He dusted his hands, swagger writ large. “Anyone else dissatisfied? Touch my buddy, and this is your fate. Hell, I might tear this whole shack down today!”

Jared whistled under his breath. This guy can out-brag even me. “Do it…” With a flick of his wrist, Damian signaled his crew, ready to dismantle the tower beam by beam.

An eerie voice slithered from the tower’s depths, “Quite the boast! How dare you do as you please here? Think I don’t exist?”

Footsteps squelched across the blood-stained floor, and a fat woman waddled into view.

Folds of flesh crowded face, forcing features into a grotesque knot, yet the aura rolling off was immense, the unmistakable pressure of a seventh-tier Earthly Immortal. in presence, the air seemed to thicken, daring anyone to keep breathing.

Damian lifted one imperious brow. “Who do you think you are to interfere with my fun?”

Across the marble floor stood Alice Pudge, the owner of the tower.