The group held their breath as their friend laughed darkly; the sound reverberating with raw defiance. His violet eyes burned with fury as he replied, ''I am the Demon King. This world doesn't need a hero, it needs a monster. And I have become just that.''
Mana surged around him, wild and uncontrollable, as he stepped forward, his fist glowing with an intensity that made the air crackle. Lioran could only watch, as Archer smirked and declared, ''Now, let me teach the Alliance a lesson they'll never forget, ''I am this world's only hope to survive what's coming!''
With a roar, his friend unleashed a punch that tore through the air like the sky itself was splitting apart. The resulting impact was deafening, like the end of the world had arrived. Before anyone could blink, the punch reduced the so-called Alliance Demi-God to nothing more than a memory.
