His bipedal hooves trod through the path, displacing the mist with each step. Dewdrops sizzle and return to their gasseous state as he passes, boiling the air around him. He twirls his sword, watching the fog dance around his red-hot blade, the corners of his mouth curling up in a rare smile, the demon entranced with the beauty of the overworld. It’s truly a shame he must destroy it.