Red
It was Red’s turn to use his magic. They walked to the edge of the cliff, the harsh sharp stones making them slip with each step. Cath relied mainly on Red’s vision, as darkness had never been his friend. And if before it was hard for him to admit it, now he somehow seemed to feel comfortable that Red knew and didn’t care.
When they reached the northern edge and finally found a crack in the otherwise flawless surface, Red closed his eyes and stared inside of himself. It was a hard thing to do, one he hadn’t tried for so long that he felt he had almost forgotten how to do it. But just like Cath knew almost by instinct how to command nature’s elements and bring life, it was Red’s specialty to use elements to destroy. And being a demon prince, one who was once named heir to the Sefth’s
