Kuwaaang!
The rock face shattered to pieces.
Dust cascaded like a waterfall. The cave ceiling scread and collapsed.
Clack. Clack.
From within, the Demon Lord walked out. Not a collar was out of place. Even the dust seed to part to avoid him.
“Huff… huff…”
Afterwards, the Cult Leader appeared.
Plop. Plop.
He was carrying the palace heads on both shoulders. Yeo-rin and Wei-seom, both unconscious. Their hair, turned white, hung limp.
‘It was heavy.’
The realm of Profound Demon, even so, they had barely escaped.
Even following the path the Demon Lord had carved, they were exhausted from dodging falling rocks.
Pshhh.
The dust cloud slowly settled. Sunlight shone through. It was the first breath of outside air in quite so ti.
“….”
Having already walked out, the Demon Lord focused on the characters before his eyes.
And this selection window gave him a new experience.
The voice continued softly.
“What is this used for?”
A mont of silence. Then the voice spoke again.
The Demon Lord, astonished by this unexpected capability, asked again.
“Who… am I?”
Rustle.
The letters rearranged.
‘Fourth.’
The number nagged at him. Were there three before him?
“Oh-ho…”
He opened and closed his hand. Even that small motion rippled the space.
It was unquestionably a power approaching infinity.
And the next question.
Perhaps the most important question in this life.
“Then…”
Swoosh-
The Demon Lord’s eyes cooled.
“Is there another being in this world who has reached the godlike realm like ?”
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