Lyon's gaze swept over the kneeling seraph, a flicker of recognition crossing his features as he recalled the King's Order etched within the seraph's soul.
"Guard the door well," Lyon instructed with a nod, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I will return later."
With a determined stride, Lyon turned away from the seraph and the shattered remnants of the double doors. Drawing in a deep breath, he steeled himself for what lay ahead.
Then, with a triumphant roar that echoed through the depths of both the First Hell and the Dark Continent, Lyon unleashed a resounding victory cry that reverberated throughout the realms. It was a declaration of triumph, a testament to his indomitable spirit and unwavering resolve in the face of adversity.
