The young Demon Lord spoke no more. He lowered his body and lightly touched the Demon Lord's forehead while softly reciting something.
He was not speaking in the ordinary Demon language. His words carried a natural sorrow, sounding like a final prayer or blessing.
About to die, his father was.
The brightness in the Demon Lord's eyes had already faded into the gloom, just like that star in the north.
On the other side, Nanke held his hand, but he did not care.
He only calmly gazed at the young Demon Lord, softly patting the back of his hand, and then slowly closed his eyes.
As his eyes closed, his breathing becoming extremely prolonged until there was no gap, and then it stopped.
The deep blue starlight around the wound on his abdomen spread in all directions, transforming his demon body into solid ice.
The cold wind no longer howled, the starlight seemed to retreat into the distance, and the darkness deepened. All was quiet, as if even time and space had frozen.
