Exedra dropped his cloak and revealed his extremely muscled torso that was already growing pitch black scales.
"Who the hell are you… what kind of demon has scales?"
Unfortunately for them, the demon lord had no intention of answering their questions.
Exedra did not consider himself to be an arrogant man by any means but in battle he was horribly prideful.
Even now he could feel it.
There wasn't a single person in the army before him that could give him a decent challenge.
They were not worthy of hearing his name nor his purpose.
'Looks like I'll be waiting on the rest of the guests to arrive.'
Exedra sighed before he stretched his muscular body.
For enemies like these, drawing his weapon was gross overkill.
But there were always methods to make things more fun.
Plus as a doting father, he naturally wanted to put on a good show for Mira.
"There is a quote I like by a deceased human."
Nicholas frowned. Why was this demon suddenly so chatty?
