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"So? I told you that being reckless wasn't a good thing, Pandemonium," the man shrouded in shadows greeted the king of demons with a mischievous smile.
Pandemonium was rather furious, he disliked how cocky this bastard was, and if it was up to him, he would have already killed him.
But there was a promise, an oath binding him. It wasn't that he was honorable enough to honor what he promised to the Flame Emperor.
However, as he was revived, the Flame Emperor used his last spark of divinity to reassemble him, binding his existence to an Oath.
That he would assist this man on winning the Inheritance.
"Tch, shut up."
Pandemonium walked away, standing rather far away from the shadowy man, as he saw the damage Drake had inflicted on his body.
His Left Arm was missing. Well, it wasn't exactly his complete arm, but a piece of his hand, including three fingers, what was missing.
