Inside a massive dark castle, Zeke was in the throne hall.
His sword was dripping with sticky dark demon blood. Many demons had been slaughtered and were scattered in small piles around his feet.
Fisting his hand through a high demon's hair, Zeke tugged hard and made him look up at him. That action not only signified submission from the high demon, but it effectively exposed the vulnerable neck area to Zeke. "I've warned you… never dare try to betray me, Duke. But look at what you just did. Now everyone's dead, all because of your idiocy. To think you even managed to harm Prince Gavriel. You've found his weakness, haven't you?"
