While Lothur and his new spectres were moving around Thasan, news of his vital status had already arrived on Demon Island.
At the moment, the Demon Emperor was in his palace in the center of demon territory, listening to the account of the sole survivor of the attack on Peters City.
"So 'my chosen one' survived..." A tall, strong man said with a mysterious smile, sitting on his throne dressed in a black cloak.
"Your Majesty, we must move." The level 25 Sage who had fled from Lothur shouted, extremely worried, while wearing a tired expression, reflecting the vitality he had lost to the hybrid.
"Lothur Ritter cannot be underestimated. He currently has no limits, and he has an extremely powerful ally.
