The desert air grew suffocating as the golden sands darkened unnaturally, as if the sun itself recoiled in fear. Kent's grip tightened on the hilt of his bow while Grizzac's eyes darted around, scanning the swirling shadows.
Suddenly, the darkness condensed into a shape—a towering figure draped in black and crimson robes, eyes burning like molten embers. A wicked laughed echoed all around before a dark burly figure appeared.
The Demon Emperor emerged, his aura devouring the light around him.
"Who… who is that?" Kent's brows furrowed as he stared at the burly figure opposite to them.
But Grizzac immediately recognised the person before him. His face drained of color. His body trembled.
"Kent, that's no ordinary person. That… that is the Demon Emperor, the head of the Abyssal ghosts and demons. One of the most feared beings across the spirit world."
