A/N : I'm back home. I'll start replacing today.
"This is not over…"
The last of the seven demon lords knelt before Aamon, blood dripping down his forehead, one of his horns broken, and his wings ripped apart. The demon lord's once-mighty fortress was crumbling around him, the ground trembling beneath them.
Aamon stood tall, wiping the blood off his blade. The cold steel gleamed in the dim light of the throne room, casting shadows that danced across the broken stone.
"You are wrong," Aamon said, his voice cold and steady. "It's over."
A low, bitter laugh escaped the demon lord's lips, almost mocking in its tone.
"Fool. You have no idea what's coming. This is not the end."
Aamon paused, narrowing his gaze at the demon lord. His heartbeat quickened, but he refused to be shaken by the demon's words. This was supposed to be the final quest, the end of it all. There was no reason to entertain the demon's cryptic message.
