*Thud! Thud!*
Thrown against a hard stone wall, the Demon Kings coughed up blood.
Unconsciously, they looked up, only to see obsidian-shaded chains flailing down from above. Those same chains wrapped tightly around them, lifting their meat-potato-like bodies high into the air.
"D-Do you know who we are…!?" Andromalius roared through bloodied teeth. "When the other Demon Kings discover what you and that scum human have done, they will—"
"They won't do anything."
"???" "???"
A voice carried through the dark, enclosed space they were in. It belonged to another limbless Demon King—one whose eyes had long since lost their fire.
"Y… You are…" Andromalius's bloodshot eyes widened in surprise, his words failing him.
"Demon King Decarabia!?" Seer exclaimed. "Wh-What happened to you…!?"
"The same thing that happened to you," Decarabia replied, his voice bereft of hope. "This is the result of going against that monster—the Grand Savior. Desolation."
