W1 (53)

“Isn’t it about time we kill that audacious child?! Not only is he an abomination but he dares to utter such words?! How dare he!” Tempest roared in rage.

Even after crossing the second trial, he was still seething with rage, the disgrace that little thwart had caused him was beyond repairable! His untouchable image was dented and although it was only for a mere second he could see the glint in the eyes of those little fledgling demons at the thought of his defeat.

It was a well-known fact that after the portal it was only about time before challenges would begin pouring in for the throne. He knew that and was well prepared, with his strength all knew it’d take quite some time to overpower him and he planned to use his remaining reign to stir terror within the souls of the demons so that even until his death he’d be remembered as a powerful tyrant.

Not some weak shit who was defeated by a stupid fugitive! Truly, the spirit-grade weapon that kid held feared him to some extent, after al