The Demon Kings paused their movement at a distance of several hundred meters away maintaining careful separation from Asher.
They weren't foolish enough to get too close. If Pantheon decided to attack, they needed enough space to dodge.
The first to speak was Lyrx, the Demon King whose back was covered in long, spindly spider legs.
"We did not come here to fight," she explained, keeping her voice calm despite the unease in her eyes.
Seeing Pantheon's head up close was far more overwhelming than expected.
It was like staring at a flying mountain, its sheer size making her feel insignificantly small.
Right now, she wasn't the one at the top of the food chain.
Asher recognized Lyrx as one of the Demon Kings he encountered before. That meant Zagan was also here.
After what Pantheon did, that poor dragon had probably fled—too scared to face the ancestor who loomed over his entire bloodline.
