The Land,it was covered in red.It was a war

War between Humans and monsters of the tower. A war more than a 1000 years old. In this battleground lie wounded soldiers bloodied from war.

There a man Baron gasping for air lies on the ground, blood running down his face. 

As the 111th demon lord mocks him

"HAHA.. haaha… You guys thought you could defeat the demon Gods army…"

"You couldn't even beat me and I'm the weakest of the demon lords. You still have to defeat 110 more stronger demon lords before you reach the Demon God!!! "

"Damn.. you demon" Baron says as a tear forms in his eyes

"Why.. you're gonna cry now.. Hahahaa…"

"Sure go on I'm waiting"

Baron, Hopeless seeing all his comrades lying on the brink of death, pleads for someone to just kill the demon, even if it costs him his life.

"Ha.. You know what Plead for mercy and i might just let you live"

"As my slave of course"

Baron as a his last ditch effort lets out a loud cry for help

"HELP… SOMEONE.. ANY one.."

As soon as he says this a huge pressure covers the whole landscape how a single creature could move. It was as if Time Itself had come to a stop.

The 111st Demon Lord himself felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively knew whoever was releasing this pressure was dangerous.

A small figure of a man walking into the battle field could be seen.

The demon lord couldn't move. 

The figure appeared in front of them so fast they couldn't see him.

The Man was tall and handsome.But strangely looked like it was a child some 16-17 years old.

He wore a Long white coat reaching below his knees, he had 2 swords hanging down his waist.

Baron seeing an opportunity to get revenge on the Demon begged for help

" Please save us.. Kill that Demon"

"Don't worry. I am here just for that"

The Demon Lord Flustered said

"Hey Who are you human… Ruining my fun here"

The Demon Lord swang his Giant Axe at the man with all his force

*Klang…

The Axe was stopped. The Demon was flabbergasted. His giant axe was stopped by just 1 finger. He had never never seen this in his life. He was one of the strongest beings in all the realms.

The man swang his blade at the demon.. But it was strangely slow yet sharp. The blade flowed through the demon as if cutting better. It was as if time had slowed down.

The demon Lord had no Time to react.

He was Dead, cut in half right in the middle of his giant figure.

"Perfect wasn't it"

The man said with a slight smirk.

Baron couldn't believe his eyes. He had trained for 20 years in swordsmanship, aura… In the capital but never had he seen such a young man show such talent.

"Who are you…"He saids

"Ashborn… Ashborn Dragonheart."