The Demon King Unzoku was at his strongest he had ever been. Over the time he had spent in the red space, he was one of the Demon Kings who was obsessed with growing his power.
The creation of the pit, making stronger inhabitants so he could feast on them, never ceased because his hunger never stopped either. Now, after eating one of the other Demon Kings, he had grown in strength by another leap.
He was confident that he wouldn't lose to anyone, and yet, if he consumed the werewolf in front of him, he was sure he would grow even more. The red mist around him was unsettled as he thought about all of these things.
'Crap!' Chris tightened his fist and didn't dare look away from Unzoku. The moment he did, he felt like the Demon King would pounce on him. 'We've managed to achieve the goal, but it's useless if we can't get the blood to Quinn. How are we going to survive this whole thing?'
