Two hours had passed since the forest exploded into chaos and flames. The battlefield now lay silent, scorched, and empty.
But in the middle of it all, lying flat on his back with a dented ego and a burnt cloak, the Demon Lord groaned.
"Ugh... What in the thirteen hells happened...?"
His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was not the sky, not the trees, not the smoking crater he made with his body. No. He saw him.
Kaidën.
Sitting under the shade of a half-burnt tree, surrounded by 100 women, casually flipping meat over a small grill. Laughter filled the air. The smell of perfectly seasoned steak and juicy roasted beast claw danced on the breeze. The women giggled and blushed as they shared stories, some sneaking side-eyes at Kaidën like teenage girls at a festival.
And Kaidën?
He was casually chewing on a grilled rib like none of this was out of the ordinary.
The Demon Lord froze. His eyes widened.
That aura... That power...
