The Heavenly Demon lives.
That voice echoed endlessly in his mind.
Ebon Akrest sat at his Clan Leader's Office desk, clutching his head and groaning.
"Damn it..."
He should have noticed something was wrong earlier.
He should never have entered that place.
He should have forced his father to deal with it instead, no matter the consequences.
Even if he had been scolded for it—
At least, he wouldn't have been tainted by Demonic energy and reduced to this state.
Grinding his teeth, Ebon Akrest slammed his fist onto the desk.
His nerves were frayed, sharpened by the corruption.
And just then—
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock came at the door.
It was Theron.
Letting out a deep sigh, Ebon Akrest forced his voice to respond.
"Come back later. Not now."
"...Understood."
Beyond the door, Theron narrowed his eyes before turning away.
He had sensed something in this room.
After all, Theron was a genius—
A man born with the talent and intuition to roam this era as he pleased.
