"Are you alright, Arch-demon Aragon?"
Aragon paused, unable to respond as his mind lingered on the terrifying event he had just experienced.
"Was that just a hallucination? Yet it felt so real," he pondered inwardly, still gripped by a lingering sense of dread.
As a respected and powerful figure beneath the Demon Emperor, he had never encountered such a terrifying ordeal.
In the presence of those two enormous, white-lit eyes, he felt like a helpless ant.
Recalling the incident and the thousands of swords piercing his body horrified him, causing cold sweat to trickle down his back.
Snapping out of his reverie, Aragon attempted to calm himself, but his efforts were futile as fear still gripped him.
He quickly concealed his fear from Leon while withdrawing his hand.
"I'm fine," he replied in a cold, indifferent tone.
Leon simply smiled and nodded, though inwardly he couldn't help but chuckle.
