So here I am, Zilvagias, having run into the demon who destroyed my hometown decades ago.
You've got to be kidding me! This guy—this one—I swear I'll kill him! I swear it!!!
I hate the Demon King. I hate the Demon King's army. But above all, I hate him!!!
The Fourth Demon Prince, Emergiias. You're the reason I ended up like this!!
I'll never forgive you. Not in a million years. How many times have I dreamt of going back to that day and strangling you with my own hands… avenging my father, my mother, and—everyone from my village.
"Oh my, oh my! Such a raging storm. It's not just a storm, it's like a volcano erupting."
A gentle touch on my hand.
Somehow, Ante had appeared by my side. Or—was this just an illusion?
My hand had been slowly reaching for the obsidian knife strapped to my waist, but Ante was holding it back.
"Alexandru. Hold back for now. If you act, he'll sense something."
