"Humans?" Ol'garath glanced at Wain and Kadenn, his eyes narrowing in surprise. He could understand why his last challenger, a 6th grade mage whose strength rivaled a true 7th grade, had dared to face him. But these two? They weren't even 5th grade! Challenging him was nothing short of suicide.
Ol'garath, one of the 72 Demon Lords, didn't even consider them a threat. He could easily defeat several opponents of his own grade at once. Not to even mention such weaklings.
But as he studied them, the weaker one suddenly did something that caught him completely off guard.
"You fool! Do you even understand what you're doing?!" Wain shouted, his face twisted with anger.
Ol'garath froze, stunned by the audacity. Did this human child, barely out of his cradle, just call him a fool? The insult was so outrageous it almost made him laugh. He'd be the laughingstock of the Demon Lords if he didn't crush him on the spot.
