Introducing himself, the demon king Tchort descended, floated down into the coliseum, and glanced around, trying to find something or somebody.
'Tha-that's the demon king from Earth?' Grace thought, trembling in fear.
'Why is "it" so strong? "It" is stronger than the gods I have faced, no, killed...'
The strong recognise the strong. Was the thought Grace had, but in that thought she didn't dare to call herself strong. She had fought against the fallen together with an army of millions for three times, and she had survived all three of them and even had the chance to kill a fallen, maybe due to the system, but she had gotten strong, strong enough to finally be able to "feel" and "assume" the strength of the fallen by a glance, and now that she saw Tchort, she had a guy feeling that he was stronger than the fallen she had ever seen.
