"Mmmh~."
"It's too noisy and I'm hungry."
In that pitch darkness, the demon king Desmond had just woken up.
He was looking to his sides for something to eat.
"I ate everything. Where the hell am I?"
Of course, he had no knowledge of how he got here despite the fact that it was by his sense of smell that he snuck in.
He walked disinterestedly up the stairs and as he reached the deck, he raised his eyebrow.
"Did I do this? I don't remember."
The deck was littered with corpses.
A large amount of guts and blood decorated the floor tetrically.
"Fahren, I told you to hold back. Look at everything that happened because of you."
"Umu, don't blame me for your carelessness Randy. Clearly this is your entire fault."
"Don't blame me when you're the one who wrecked almost all of them!"
"That's right, you admit I won. I find it humble of you to acknowledge your pathetic defeat."
"Don't fuck with me!"
