A FEW MONTHS AFTER THE WORLD RESET.
Dark flames danced across the towering pillars of the Demon King's Castle, casting long shadows over the throne room. Fresh blood flowed through the cracks in the obsidian floor as the severed head of the previous Demon King rolled to a stop before the steps leading to the throne.
The gathered demon generals remained kneeling, their foreheads pressed against the floor.
"All hail the Demon King!"
Abyssian casually rested the massive black sword against his shoulder before dropping onto the throne with a satisfied grin. He glanced at the corpse lying in the middle of the hall and let out a disappointed click of his tongue.
"So that's the mighty Demon King everyone feared?" He leaned lazily against the armrest, amusement dancing in his crimson eyes. "What a disappointment. He couldn't even survive a proper fight."
Not a single demon dared raise their head.
Abyssian looked over the trembling generals before waving a hand dismissively.
