Back in the battle, both sides watched each other carefully.
Seconds dragged on, each one heavier than the last—until a new voice shattered the silence.
"We're open to talking, but first, you need to tell us who you are and who you're affiliated with,"
It was Demon king Lyrx. She stayed quiet until now.
Unlike the others, no wings extended from her back. Instead, eight spider-like legs twitched slightly.
She didn't fly either. Thin, nearly invisible threads held her in the air, shifting with the slightest movement
Asher paused for a moment. He wasn't one to brag, but this could be a chance.
Neither side went all out yet—only three Demon Kings attacked so far, and he already exhausted a lot of his puppet's power.
If this dragged on, he would be forced to come here with his real body, something Pantheon strongly warned against.
The thought of losing control in his dragon form wasn't exactly appealing right now.
