"She's crazy strong. I don't think I've met anyone more powerful!"
My old comrades couldn't hold a candle to Karlia. It made me realize just how small I was, and how fortunate my life had been to have someone like her by my side.
Then, just as I was basking in silent victory, the tide of the battle completely changed.
Why?
It was because 'they' appeared.
The Demon Lords!
All six of them assembled, floating in the air as they stared down at Karlia.
As I watched their multiple colors in a blur, my body trembled. I was shaking violently as I felt their power, even from my distance.
'No! Run, Karlia… RUN!'
I wanted to hurry back, but my actions would be completely useless.
While I had been contemplating this, I felt the gaze of one of them shift.
It was the one who was colored black—the Demon Lord of Noir.
He glanced in my direction, and for a moment, I felt my insides stop cold. He saw through me in an instant.
At that moment, I knew it was over.
However—
