On the desolate domain of Abyss, a blood-red sun cast long, shadows across the barren wasteland. Hila, the Demon King, sprawled on the cracked rock training ground.
A guttural sigh escaped his lips, his black eyes fixed on the ominous sky.
"Hahh… It's not enough... I should be stronger..."
Tap! Tap! Tap! A sudden clatter shattered the silence.
Hila whipped his head around. His black eyes narrowed as a figure emerged from the swirling dust in the distance.
As the figure drew closer, Hila recognized the silhouette.
Hila rose to his full, imposing height, a scowl etched on his face. "What do you want, A?"
The figure stopped a few paces away, the crimson sun casting an even deeper cloak of darkness around him. A voice, raspy and laced with an otherworldly power, emanated from the shadows. "I have more information for you to grow faster, Demon King."
